I’m taking you behind the scenes of blogging to explain what has been going on between the keyboard and the screen for the past ten years. Plot twist: I am a real human being, not a computer program.
Before writing this article, I wanted to calm down and step back. I wanted the experience to be over and behind us for good. But I don’t know if it’s over and I’m still angry, so maybe writing will help, after all.
We had been waiting for this moment with the same eagerness as an American teen about to turn 21. Jackpot: a long week and hot weather. Finally!
Every day, I mindlessly reply to questions that can sound very strange out of context and may be puzzling to newcomers.
I’m convinced that one of the reasons why people buy giant houses with finished basements is so that family members can avoid each other after a fight.
I’m clued in on the unforgiving social world of pre-schoolers, a place where “mine!” is the growup equivalent of “fuck you!” and where “you’re mean!” means “oh you bastard!”.
I’m familiar with the resume-writing exercise. I’ve seen it all, from professional list of accomplishments on glossy paper to handwritten resumes (!).
If you ask me a question, I’ll answer it. I’ve been trained that way, it’s the result of navigating a multicultural relationship and being an immigrant.
Just like most parenting topics, there is plenty of do-this-not-that advice and a huge gap between theory and practice. You can find me right there, in this gap, waving my arms.