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dear you, the readers

It has been one year since I first birthed my blog.  One intention, many fears, countless hours and fifty posts.

Having mothered my blog through its infancy, I now must ponder its future as a toddler-staged blog which I call a bloggler.  My little bloggler  is learning to stand on its own and is getting fed some nice comments and words of support. But, mothering a bloggler raises new developmental issues and it is important to have a philosophy of care.  Sometimes, one must look for support and feedback from others in order to persevere.

Honest Tea Cap

Honest Tea cap

So, my dear subscribers and readers, as the days grow shorter (though I do have a southern hemisphere subscriber) and as those of us up here in the northern climes prepare to go inward and grow pensive,  I ask you for a moment of your time in the form of a click on the “like” box, a few words in the “comment” box, a share of a post, a decision to subscribe or to follow me on Twitter, a submission of a haiku** or a message in an email to let me know what you think.

Are my writings of interest, is there a resonance in the stories, is my exploration of the experiences of real eaters meaningful for you?  Are my musings  too long or convoluted in their message; do they not offer the hands on suggestions and answers that we so often seek in this vast landscape, or, are they, as my brother recently told me, intriguing but rather depressing? And if they are, might they also be, as I hope, a bit funny.

Are there topics you would like me to address more, was I remiss in not discussing National Food Day–like Michael Pollan did, should I post more photos of my cat Chico?  Have I not discussed menopause enough– which really, I still plan to do?  Am I too cutesy or not cutesy enough?    Would you care to know that today I ate a nice nori roll for lunch and that I tried a new flavor of Honest Tea that I really liked called Heavenly Lemon Tulsi–tulsi being another name for Holy Basil which you should really check out?  And, while sitting outside on this unusually warm November day, I ventured some deep gulps of the mineral spring waters that flow freely from the fountains that immortalize my nearby town? Would it be good if I included some recipes like many other food bloggers do?  Should I change my template or alter the background color? Am  I too pink or does my cynicism tinge the blog a light shade of tan?

Should it matter to you that I worked with a 41-year-old woman who weighed 78 pounds?  And, then, immediately following, a 39-year-old woman who weighed 310 pounds?  That a woman at my daughter’s crew event told me that getting her house ready for the real estate agent to show was so stressful, that she needed three scoops of ice cream at Friendly’s? That yesterday, a nine-year-old told me that she feels different from everyone else, and trying on clothes that say Plus Size in the store is very embarrassing?  That next week I will see a two-year old who weighs 65 pounds?   Or, that a mere few hours ago, a beautiful 18-year-old college student shared with me that being thinner than 100 pounds would make her less ugly than she already is and that she has never loved her body?

It has been a number of years now since I ended my subscription to Mothering Magazine and I am certainly feeling a little lost without it.  So, any input, advice or inspiration would be greatly appreciated.  Gotta run.  Time to put the little bloggler  to bed.  I look forward to hearing from you.

In health, Elyn

**see Accepting Haikus on the Home Page.

http://www.cleveland.com/books/index.ssf/2011/10/writer_michael_pollan_rings_in.html

http://foodday.org/

my plate

My Plate Haiku

Grasses, grain, fruit, wine

Garden flowers produce joy

Kitchen flours bread.

By Gordon