Inez is a first-time mom, former children’s pastor, shower singer, makeup hoarder, and daydreamer. She resides in Northern California with her son, where she balances staying home with him, freelance writing, and managing her blog, Diary of a New Mommy. Hers is the type of blog I would have loved to have found starting out as a single mom. Her spirit and easygoing nature can be felt through her posts, which focus on topics that are important to her. You know a woman who made Labor and Delivery nurse gifts is loving life. She is rocking single motherhood and enjoying every minute. (more…)
The Single Mom Life
This January, I was excited to run across a single mom blog on Facebook that touted positivity. In fact, the tag line underneath her blog name is “This is a positive place for single moms to heal, connect, and move on.” Finally a single mom blog founded in the name of positivity! Saying I was excited might be an understatement, so I reached out to the owner of this blog and learned she is every bit as lovely and positive as her blog. (more…)
In the land of motherhood, companions are hard to come by. Making friends is much more challenging than in previous years, mostly due to the limited time you have to spend in social settings. But, we also now live in an age that allows us to be social online, which is exactly where we meet our new companion, Angela, from Blooming on a Budget. Angela is a single mom and nothing short of a rock star. Between work, raising two kids, and blogging, she is one busy lady, but even with all the bustle, she wouldn’t have it any other way. Her blog highlights useful resources for single moms, including tips for financial stability, recipes, and home maintenance. She believes (and rightly so) you don’t need a man to get things done and life doesn’t need to be overwhelming.
I’m a bit of an anxious person by nature. After my mom left, and I was alone with a newborn, my anxiety shot my imagination with a hefty dose of steroids. I was just fine with the baby. I was more worried about things like becoming violently ill, fainting, and drowning in the toilet or tripping on my way to stir the spaghetti and falling face-first into the pot of boiling water. I even refused to go to the mailbox for so long that the post office began holding my mail because I was afraid that I would slip on the ice and crack my head open, and then the dogs would become so hungry that they would eat the baby. Yes, I’m serious. (more…)