Finding the “missing piece” to the puzzle


Me as an infant.

Me as an infant.

I have a secret. It’s not really a secret to family and close friends, but its something that I don’t often talk about. My secret is that I no next to nothing about my biological mother. She abandoned me when I was a toddler and I was raised by my paternal grandparents.

All I know is what I have been told by family members.

According to my paternal grandmother my biological mother was very young when I was born (I was told she was 16). She had married my biological father and he went into the Army and was stationed in Okinawa, Japan shortly after I was born. For some reason my biological mother and I didn’t go with him. We stayed in New York.

I was told that I was treated like a doll more so than a baby by my biological mother. She would dress me in doll clothes and only feed me powdered milk mixed with water. I take everything I am told with a “grain of salt,” meaning I don’t necessarily believe everything 100%. People’s recollection of things change over the years.

My paternal grandparents offered to help take care of me. They saw how my biological mother wasn’t doing well raising me. Then one day, out of the blue, she called my paternal grandparents and told them “If you want her, come and get her.” (referring to me). When they showed up at the apartment they found me and her dog and nothing else. She had moved out of the apartment leaving us behind.

I know I was a sickly child. I was brought to hospital right away and found to be severely anemic from lack of proper nutrition. I mostly lived on powered milk and water until I was a toddler (around 18 months old). My paternal grandmother refused to keep me hospitalized and brought me home. She was determined to get me to eat real food and get healthy. I won’t go into details about that now, but for this reason I am obese and I am still anemic.

My biological mother was only seen one other time after she left me and that was at the courthouse when my biological father divorced my biological mother. She also granted my father full custody of me. She wanted nothing more to do with me.

Me as a toddler

Me as a toddler

By the time my father had come home from Japan I was already calling my paternal grandparents “mom” and “dad”. I was raised with my aunt, and I hear her call them mom and dad so I did the same.

In effort not to confuse me my paternal grandparents offered to raise me as their own child.

I grew up thinking my aunt was my sister, my uncle was my brother and my biological father as my brother too.

My mom (paternal grandmother) finally told me everything when I was 21 years old. Some how I always knew. There were too many tell tale signs. For example, I went on dates with my “brother” (biological father). He also bought me my first car and took me to Europe for my high school graduation. He didn’t do those things for my “brother” and “sister” (aunt and uncle).

I’m totally cool with everything. I know it was all done out of love and I ended up with a mom, dad and a father. In fact I have a wonderful relationship with my biological father. He’s even best friends with my husband. I also have a step-mother that I adore.

I love my family and I wouldn’t change a thing. But there is still a missing piece in my life that I doubt I can ever fill.

To be totally honest I don’t think I could ever have a relationship with my biological mother. As a mom I can’t see how you can just up and abandon your child. Not only that, I lived at the same house with the same telephone number until I was 28 years old. If she wanted to reach out to me she could have called or sent a letter. My family was in the phone book. Not only that she had parents, grandparents, a sister and cousins who all lived locally. One of them could have reached out to me on her behalf, even to find out if I was OK. It’s as if they fell off the face of the Earth.

Me as a toddler. My hair looks almost yellow!

Me as a toddler. My hair looks almost yellow!

I do know that I have at least a half brother. Long story short, a young man called my paternal grandmother (my mom) and asked her how they got custody me me. From what he told her he had a son with my biological mother and he was sick and in the hospital. He wanted to get full custody of his son, like how my father got custody of me.

No one knows what became of that. Hopefully the baby survived and is doing well.

It bothers me that I know NOTHING about my maternal side of my family. I know some illnesses are inherited. For the health and well being of myself and my children I would very much love to know about my biological mother’s health and any issues from her side of the family. My daughter has Raynauds. No one in our family (my paternal side and my husband’s family) has it. Where did it come from? Did it come from my biological mother’s family?

I would LOVE to know medical history. I would also like to know about my half-brother. I think it would be wonderful to find him and get to know him (if he wanted to have a relationship with me).

My paternal grandparents are deceased now and my biological father doesn’t remember much. He was just a young teen when I was born too. Clearly I was an “oops” baby. They only got married because it seemed like the right thing to do. I don’t even think they dated too long.

The only thing I have are two photos of my biological mother and three baby rings – one with her initials and two others whose initials I don’t recognize.

Linda Sue Smith


I have tried for years to track down my biological mother, or anyone in her family. The problem is that her name is very common. It would be like finding a needle in a haystack the size of the Empire State Building.

Her maiden name is Linda Sue Smith. Do you know how many Linda Smiths there are in the world? Sigh…

I “guesstimate” that she’s about 62 years old (give or take). Chances are she’s married and goes by her married name.

I see stories on the internet and in the news all the time about people finding long lost relatives all the time. I wish I knew how. I have tried everything within my power to find my biological mother, or at least a relative willing to talk to me and tell me about family health issues and whatever happened to my half brother.

I don’t have the funds to hire a private investigator. Even if I did I have nothing he/she could go on other than a name.

I always feel like something is missing in my life – like a piece of a puzzle. Not knowing anything about my maternal side of my family makes me feel like I don’t know who I really am – only bits and pieces. Where does my hair color come from? Do I have more siblings? What were my maternal grandparents like? What nationality am I? These are questions that will never be answered.

I do know that some of my personality “quirks” stem from all of this. I’m a “people pleaser” and will do anything to make people like me – even if it’s something I don’t want to do. I also feel like nothing I ever do is good enough, even if people tell me it is. I truly believe these “flaws” come from being abandoned – as if I wasn’t good enough for my own biological mother to love and want me in her life. I guess deep down inside I feel like my mother didn’t like me, that is why she left me and that maybe if I was a cuter baby, I slept through the night, cried less or anything else she might have liked me and wanted me to be in her life.

Chances are she probably had “issues” and it was all for the best. Still, it’s hard to get over those feelings that are buried deep down inside. Plus there are two sides to every story. Maybe what I’ve been told so far is not 100% accurate. I would be interested in hearing her side of the story.

Is your life story similar to mine? If so, how do you deal with not knowing anything about the missing side of your life?

Have you found a long, lost relative? Did you hire someone or did you find them by searching on your own?

I was a cute little girl.

I was a cute little girl.


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Welcome 2015! 15 Fun Facts about Me


New Year

I can’t believe it’s 2015. What happened to 2014? It’s like I blinked and BOOM! It was a new year. That’s kind of scary if you ask me.

I would like to wish all my readers a happy, healthy and successful New Year. May all your hopes and dreams come true in 2015.

To kick off the new year I thought I would share 15 fun facts about yours truly – ME!

I think it’s always nice to get to know the person behind the blog. Who knows, we might have a lot in common. :-)

1. I would do anything to have a house. We live in a tiny condo with no yard and it’s awkward to have people over because we have so little room. I dream of a house where I can plant a garden, decorate both inside and out on the holidays and have people over all the time. I think family and friends would get sick of me because I would want to invite people over all the time just to make up for all these years of not being able to host a holiday party or backyard barbecue.

2. I love cheese. I can’t go a day without having a slice of cheese. My favorite is New York Extra Sharp Cheddar.

3. I can’t watch those commercials for helping pets in need (like the ASPCA commercials). I quickly change the channel or leave the room. It breaks my heart to see an animal in need, which could explain the “mini-zoo” we have at home.

A Dunkin Donuts gift card from my boss.

A Dunkin Donuts gift card from my boss.

4. I go to Dunkin Donuts so much they know my coffee order without me even having to say anything to them.

5. My husband and I want to go back to Disneyland desperately. We’ve only gone once as a family and our kids were very little then (and barely remember any of it). They are teenagers now (our daughter graduates high school this year) and we worry that we won’t be able to before both of our kids leave the “nest.”

6. My desk looks like a mini-toy store. I have toys all over my desk including a small plush Olaf, a zombie gnome, Walking Dead bobbleheads, Fisher Price Little People and a Breyer Horses. I also have on my desk a bottle of Skull Vodka because I think the bottle is cool looking as well as a glass paperweight that belonged to my great-grandmother.

7. I enjoy photography. My outdoor/nature shots usually come out great but my indoor shots are always awful. I don’t know why.

8. I am a very sentimental person. I have several items that belonged to my parents, grandparents and great-grandparents that I hold on to because they bring back such fond memories.

Peanutbutter cups

9. I find Reese’s Peanut Buttercups very addicting.

10. I LOVE The Walking Dead. I was into zombies long before everyone jumped on the Walking Dead “bandwagon.” My best friends from high school and I even have the nickname “Dawn of the Dead Girls” from a band we were friends with because they hung out at my house one night to watch Dawn of the Dead (the original) with us.

11. I have an eclectic taste in music. My playlists might include a sequence like this – Elton John, Metallica, Josh Groban, something from the 80’s, Nickelback (don’t hate me because I like Nickelback – LOL), Placido Domingo (opera), Adam Lambert and Bon Jovi. The only thing I can’t get into for some odd reason is country music.

12. I find British comedies funny. My favorite is Are You Being Served?

13. I cry watching commercials, YouTube videos or anything I find beautiful and touching (“happy tears”).

Tom Kenny

Tom Kenny

14. I get star struck. I know celebrities are people just like we are, but sometimes I still get star struck. I could barely speak when I had the opportunity to chat with singer Josh Groban. I’m still amazed that Sir Elton John hugged and kissed me on the cheek and that I had a wonderful conversation with Tom Kenny (the voice of SpongeBob Squrepants and many other characters) and his lovely wife.

15. I have a “Bucket List” that continues to grow, even though I know I’ll be lucky if I can knock even one thing off that list.

I have no idea what is in store for me in 2015, but I am hopeful that it will be a very good year. I hope it’s a great year for YOU too!

Do we have anything in common? Feel free to comment and share a fun fact about you.



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Farewell to Frosty…


My childhood home at Christmas time. Notice Santa (by the stairs) and Frosty over by the farm corner.

My childhood home at Christmas time. Notice Santa (by the stairs) and Frosty by the front of the stairs.

I had a wonderful childhood. My mom and dad made a wonderful life for me. Because of that I have very fond memories of when I was little.

FYI… My mom and dad were my paternal grandparents. I was raised by them. Even though they were not biologically my parents I they raised me from when I was a toddler. They always have been – and always will be – mom and dad to me.

The holiday season has always been my most favorite time of year. I loved everything about it.

One day I looked forward to every year was when my dad would drag down the holiday decorations from the attic. Mind you he didn’t do it willingly. My dad hated hauling down all the boxes and decorations from the attic. Our attic was not easy to get into. You had to climb up a latter and squeeze your body through a very narrow opening. Once in the attic you had t walk bent over so as not to hit your head on one of the nails sticking out (my husband found that out the hard way).

I would anxiously wait downstairs for mom my to bring down the boxes that my dad handed her from the attic. No sooner did she plop the boxes in front of me I was opening them up and taking everything out.

Our holiday decorations were like my long lost friends. I was delighted to see them again. I missed them throughout the year.

Two of my favorite decorations was our 5′ light up Santa Claus and our light up Frosty. They were my dear friends. I would actually hug them when they were finally retrieved from their attic prison. I would actually talk to them as if they were alive (no… I’m not crazy. :-)).

When it comes to my childhood memories many things have great sentimental value to me. Santa and Frosty are two such items. Even when I was little I would ask my mom if I could have them when I got older so that they would always be a part of my Christmas.

Years went by, I grew up and moved away and Santa and Frosty left their attic home less often. Eventually my dad never set them free anymore. My parents were not into decorating anymore once the kids were grown and on their own.

After my mom passed away (sadly just a few days after Christmas) I had asked my dad about Santa and Frosty. I asked if I could have them and let them be enjoyed once again. Dad would tell me that he’d have to ask my sister (my biological aunt)  if she wanted them before letting me have them. For years I would ask and for years he would never ask her about them. Finally my father took things into his own hands. Since he was the oldest child he had first dibs at Santa and Frosty and he opted to give them to me and my family.

I still remember the day my father brought them to us. Mere words could not expressed how over joyed I was. My Christmas friends were back with me.

Every year for the past 10 years (give or take) Santa and Frosty have been proudly displayed on our balcony for all to see. Our neighbors also appreciate seeing their smiling faces light up the night (not too many people decorate their balconies in our condo complex).


One year is snowed just before Halloween. My husband, being the crazy person that he is (in a good way) went into our basement storage area and retrieved Santa and set him up on our balcony – surrounded by Halloween decorations. We even turned him on that night for all to see. Our neighbors thought it was hysterical and appreciated my husband’s sense of humor.

In a couple of weeks we’ll wake up Santa and Frosty from their year long slumber in the basement and set them up on our balcony so that they can light up the night and spread holiday joy.

Sadly Frosty is not doing so well. The years have not been kind to my dear old friend. When we was still locked away in the attic his head cracked. That crack led to another crack, then another. We’ve tried to mend Frosty with glue and clear packaging tape, but it’s not holding up. Each year Frosty’s condition worsens (thankfully Santa is holding up well). I’m afraid the end is near for Frosty – the same holiday decoration that has brought me such great joy all through the years ever since my childhood.

Is it “wrong” that I can’t part with him? Frosty has ALWAYS been a part of the holiday season. Things will not be the same without him. Even Santa won’t be the same without his trusty sidekick.

It has taken me years to consider finding a replacement Frosty. But these days you cannot find the same plastic Frosty from yesteryear. They don’t make them anymore. The Frosty we have was made in the 60’s and they stopped making them in the 70’s.

They don’t even make plastic Frosty decorations anymore. These days they are all blow up decorations.

I believe he’s known as a Poloron Frosty the Snowman and/or a “blow mold.”

I know I might not ever find a perfect match, but even a cute and friendly look Frosty would be nice.

Our daughter (who is now 17) enjoying our friend Frosty - long before he started to fall apart - literally.

Our daughter (who is now 17) enjoying our friend Frosty – long before he started to fall apart – literally.

Every chance I get I check out yard sales in hopes of finding another Frosty to bring into our lives and let my beloved Frosty go. I have never had any luck finding one.

I have searched the Internet to find a new friend. I have found him on places like Ebay. Last year we found a dealer who had a warehouse full of Frosty friends, but they wanted A LOT of money for shipping.

Even on Ebay Frosty is too expensive for us. I would bid or buy one in a heartbeat if we could afford it. I have several auctions bookmarked but I am unable to make a bid.

I even told my husband that when it comes time to let Frosty go I wanted to keep a piece of him so that I’ll always have something to remember him by. My husband completely agrees with me because he knows how much Frosty means to me and Frosty has been a part of his life too.

How do you let go of a beloved friend like Frosty? Our balcony will be dim without his warm, friendly glow.

I’m an adult, so why does the idea of throwing away a piece of my childhood upset me so much?

Even if there was a Christmas miracle and we found a similar Frosty, I would have a hard time throwing him away. I know that eventually I’ll have no choice. The poor little guy is literally falling apart. It’s time to let him go to the “North Pole in the sky”.


If anyone has ever seen a similar Frosty to my dear friend Frosty, online or elsewhere, PLEASE keep me in mind. Christmas will never be the same without Frosty.

Frosty the Snowman


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Dear Self… What words of advice would you give yourself?



Recently we had a family member pass away. He was a wonderful man – so full of life. My husband posted on his own Facebook page how “hugs were not an option” referencing our relative who passed away. Its true. It didn’t matter who you were – friend or relative – our deceased loved one always hugged everyone. Even the first time I met him he made me feel like we have known each other for years.

Not only was he the Fire Marshall he was also active in the community. He was well loved and respected by many. The line to pay your last respects and the funeral home was literally out the door (no exaggeration). The funeral procession from the church past his old fire house had to be at least 80 cars long. It was amazing.

My husband and I were talking about the number of people who came out to pay their respects. That got us both thinking about our own morality. Death has a way of making you think about your own passing.

This whole situation made me want to compile a list for my present and future self – another words giving myself some words of advice to live by.

Never pass on the opportunity to say “I love you“.

Life is so short. It truly is. And you never know from one day to the next if it will be your last – or the last day of someone who means the world to you. Always tell people that you love how much you love them as often as possible.


Spend as much time with those you love as much as possible. 

It’s very important to spend as much time as you can with the people that mean the most to you. Over the years relatives and friends seemed to drift away from my life. We always want to get together but life, family, jobs and other commitments seem to keep us apart. It’s important to find the time and spend as much time as you can together. Even if it’s something as simple as a cup of coffee. Or if it’s a friend or relative who lives far away pick up the phone and call them or go on Skype. Text messages, Facebook and e-mails are NOT ways of spending quality time together.

Always let your true self shine through. 

One thing I really need to work on is confidence and self esteem. I am a very shy person and often feel awkward in social situations. I wasn’t always that way. It just seemed to sneak up on me the older I got. I just need to get over it because it’s preventing me from doing so much with my life.

I know being overweight is a huge issue for me. It prevents me from being “me”. I don’t let people see who I really am inside because I am so concerned about what people are thinking about my “outside”. I am making effort to get past that.

I recently went for not one but two job interviews (same job – two different people). Normally I would be so freaked out by the thought of going on a job interview that I’d probably throw up and lose sleep the night before. Not this time. I went into both interviews as “me”. I let the real me shine through. I didn’t let the fact that I am overweight hinder me. Simply by being “me” I felt more confident about the situation and I think the interviews went well. From now on I’m going to be “me”. If people don’t like me because I am overweight then that is their loss, not mine. I don’t need people like that in my life anyway.

I may be overweight but my weight is not who I am. Not only that NO ONE IS PERFECT. Everyone has flaws. I need to stop comparing myself to others because they are not me and I am not them.

Live the life you want to live.

I have a beautiful bracelet that has those words of advice engraved on it. I wear the bracelet almost daily. Its a constant reminder for me not to give up on my dreams. No one is going to create a life for you – you need to do what it takes to create the life YOU want for YOURSELF.


Take time to enjoy and appreciate the world around you.

Stop and smell the flowers. Walk through grass in your bare feet. Close your eyes and focus on how the breeze on your face feels. Take time to notice the rhythmic music your neighbors wind chimes make. Enjoy the softness of a kitten’s fur. Amaze in the wonder and beauty of the night sky.

These might seem like little, insignificant things but they are not. What if you got into an accident and had to have your legs amputated? Wouldn’t you wish to feel the grass between your toes again? What if you lost your hearing? Wouldn’t you love to hear those wind chimes or even the sound of a baby laughing? If you lost your site you would probably yearn for the opportunity to gaze at the night sky again.

Make a difference in someone else’s life. 

Life is not just about you – its also about the people in your life and the people who cross paths with you, even for a brief moment n time. The things you say and do can have a negative or positive impact on other people’s lives. When you are gone you’ll want your legacy and memory to live on in others.

I am a firm believer of “Random Acts of Kindness” and I try and accomplish at least one daily (more whenever possible). Even if it’s something as simple as holding the door open for someone or letting someone in front of you at the check out line.

I have had people do amazing things for me – things I will never, ever forget. They really had a positive impact on my life. For example, total strangers helped raise money for us to pay for our son’s leg braces when he was little because we didn’t have the money to pay for them and our insurance didn’t cover them.

Another great example is my blog. The fact that you are reading this right now is all thanks to the huge heart and amazing generosity of a wonderful woman name Alison (BeingAlison.com). I owe her the world. I hope to some day repay her kindness – with interest! :-)

Whenever you can do something for someone else even if it’s mere smiling at someone. For all you know that person might be having the worst day ever and your smile might be the one thing that helps them to feel better.

Live in the moment

Enjoy every moment life has to offer. There is nothing you can do about your past (trust me, I’ve tried). You can’t “un-do” mistakes but you can learn from them and move on with your life.

Stop stressing about tomorrow. Tomorrow will take care of it’s self. If you are too focuses on what tomorrow might bring you will miss all the wonderful things that today has to offer.

I am guilty of focuses on the future and not being present in the moment. For example, I want a house more than anything else. I watch home and garden shows. I read about how to plant and grow a garden. I even have things pinned on Pinterest for my future house. All this thought and effort should be used in the “here and now”, not for something that may or may not ever happen and if it does it won’t be for many years from now.

If you don’t live for today you’ll regret it tomorrow. As I said earlier you can’t un-do you past, even if it only happened yesterday. Not only that, what if tomorrow never comes? Life is short and can be ended in a heartbeat. This is why you need to be “present” in the present time.

What words of advice do YOU have for yourself? What is the best words of advice anyone has ever given you? Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments section.


I took this photo one day when I was out with my husband and children. The sky literally took my breath away. It was too beautiful for mere words.


*This post was inspired by Red Envelope’s Past, ‘Present’ & Future project.” There was no compensation. The opinions expressed are entirely my own. 

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Dear Magazine Publishers…



I love to read. Sadly I don’t always have the time to pick up a book and read it from cover to cover. There are days I’m lucky if I can read a few pages let alone a chapter or two. That is why I enjoy reading magazines. I am able to read articles in a matter of minutes, plus I find a lot of great recipes and ideas for around the home.

I subscribe to several magazines. Mostly they are “house &  home” type magazines and entertainment magazines.

I know I can subscribe online but I don’t like reading magazines on my tablet, Kindle or laptop. I prefer to have the magazine in my hand.

I always recycle magazines when I am done with them. Sometimes I give them away to people who want them and at times I’ve even donated them.

This morning I went to our mailbox because I forgot to get the mail yesterday. Inside I found four magazines. Three of the magazines were covered in plastic. The reason for this is so that the publishers can put extra junk mail inside.

Junk mail inserts from Good Housekeeping & Women's Day magazines - both wrapped in plastic to bring these "offers" to me.

Junk mail inserts from Good Housekeeping & Women’s Day magazines – both wrapped in plastic to bring these “offers” to me.

Inside two magazines I found loose inserts to subscribe to other magazines. It was not necessary to wrap my current magazine in plastic just to include a page to subscribe to another magazine. Instead they could have just e-mailed me the subscription invitation or sent it to me as a post card that I could have easily recycled and not have to worry about the excess plastic. They are also popular magazines. If I wanted to subscribe to them I could go online and subscribe or pick up a copy at a local retailer and use one of their subscription card inserts. I don’t need to get JUNK MAIL tucked inside my magazines, wrapped in plastic.

The third magazine was a bit different. Instead of an insert for another magazine subscription there were three different pieces of JUNK MAIL – Save $200 on a piece of exercise equipment, a “value combo” deal from Omaha Steaks and a bunch of coupons in a small circular.

WHY? Why send these along with my magazine? Why can’t you just stuff these things inside the Sunday paper with the rest of the coupons? Why send me extra junk that I have to dispose of ? I subscribe to the MAGAZINE, not unwanted junk mail.

What irks me the most is that all three of these magazines were wrapped in plastic. Plastic is non-biodegradable. These plastic wraps are eventually going to find their way to a landfill or left to drift aimlessly in the ocean. This same plastic can be accidentally eaten by wildlife or sea creature. It cannot be digested which means certain death for these poor creatures.

As much as I love to read magazines I am seriously considering not renewing my subscriptions because of this WASTE of paper and plastic. Suddenly finding a fabulous recipe or reading a heart warming story doesn’t seem as nice knowing that I just helped to pollute our environment with plastic and junk mail. Sigh…

I hope magazine publishers will reconsider this ridiculous practice. I understand you need to sell ads and make money but there are other ways to do that. If need be put the junk mail inside the magazine with tear off pages so that they don’t fall out. Please stop wrapping magazines in plastic.

What do you think about this? Sound off. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments section.

Junk mail wrapped in plastic around the Rachel Ray magazine.

Junk mail wrapped in plastic around the  Everyday with Rachel Ray magazine.


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She Scribes made Cision’s Top 50 U.S. Mom Blogger’s List!


Breaking News

The other day I received a Facebook message from my dear friend Mitch over at GayNYCDad.com. He told me that I had made the Top 50 Mom Blogger’s list. I had no clue what he was talking about. Thankfully he sent me a link. Of course I just had to check it out.

The link took me to the Cision website. Cision helps companies, brands and public relations firms to find the top influencers in different niches to help them to know who to reach out to for work with campaigns and other projects. For a blogger it’s a very big deal.

The list was complied by by Beth Blanchard. She is an editor at Cision.

Mother’s Day is May 11! To celebrate moms everywhere (and assist with last-minute campaigns), Cision has compiled a list of the top 50 U.S. mom bloggers. Defining influence is tricky business no matter how you look at it, so I chose three concrete metrics as the basis for my list: Cision Digital Reach, Twitter followers and inbound links. Using Cision’s media database, I was able to find over 2,000 U.S. contacts covering motherhood or parenting, and from there, I winnowed it down to mom bloggers with data for my established criteria. Finally, I ranked the blogs by each metric and took the average of those ranks to calculate an overall rating. Congrats to the top bloggers!

There are thousands of bloggers in the United States. I am honored to be a part of this incredible list, especially considering the list was narrowed down from 2,000 U.S. bloggers.

Here I am! :-)!

Cision Top 50 Mom Bloggers

I am thrilled to be a part of this list, especially considering that the list if filled with amazing bloggers that I admire.

To see the entire list visit www.Cision.com/us/2014/05/top-50-u-s-mom-bloggers. Maybe some of your personal favorite blogs are on the list – or perhaps even YOU.

Thank you Cision! I am beyond thrilled and incredibly honored to be on your list.




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