Today call me rooted because I’m fortunate enough to be the guest poster for the lovely Erin Margolin, whose blog tagline reads this:
the road to my writer roots. (Yes, we may have a thing or two in common.)
Erin is so funny and charming, I’m able to forgive her for being so much younger than I am. And also so completely adorable. And also so completely pregnant with a third daughter, a baby sister for the twin girls she adores. (Yes, both of her hands are extra-full these days.)
But beyond her many at-first-glance attributes, Erin’s writer-river runs deep. She is candid and brave, fearlessly addressing truths about her past, present and future. Her words occupy a broad spectrum from the personally painful to the universally beautiful. (She is also crazy funny, but spectrums aren’t triangles, are they?)
So when she asked if I’d write a post for her, I was nothing short of honored to know she’d be willing to trust me with her space.
You can read my post here, and please weigh in or offer some advice. Clearly, I need a dose of common sense. Or at least an all-day marathon of home movies from when my kids were babies. I’ll pop the popcorn. You bring the beverages. (Or you’ll be stuck drinking what I’ve got chilling in the fridge.)
But before I send you off, I must say Erin is one of the most supportive people I’ve “met” here in the blogging world. So if you have not already, you can “like” her on Facebook and follow her here and on Twitter.
And I’ll see you on the road to our writer roots.
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