I used to have a dream in which I have given birth to a baby, a wanted baby, but then I forget to take care of it. I put it in a bassinette somewhere or a crib by a window and then–oops! how long has it been since I’ve fed the baby? I can’t remember. In my dream, fear clutches my stomach as I run to where I’d last left the baby. I want to look, but I don’t want to see: is it dead? dying? shriveled to sodden mass of dirty diapers? I would wake up from this dream with a start, and if you want to know why I never had a child in real life, I think it’s because I saw the dream as prophetic. At the least, I knew I couldn’t have a child myself until I stopped having that dream. By which time my eggs were kapuee.
I’m telling you all this–yes, why is she telling us this?–because it occurred to me that I’ve done something similar with this baby, MidLifeBloggers.com. You can ascribe any psychodynamic you want to it, but I blame this election season. As it got closer and closer to election day, I was unable to concentrate on much else but who was voting which way and why. Rewrite that last sentence to: who was not voting the way I knew they should and what could I do about it? Lots of people, and nothing. But the election is now over, we have a new President-elect and, tra la, life goes on. So–is this baby, MidLifeBloggers.com, dead or dying or merely shriveled to a sodden mass?
In the next couple of weeks, there will be a new look to the site, one that is more in keeping with what it has become: a magazine of sorts. Call it Salon for Midlifers, maybe. The look will make it easier to negotiate the site, which has grown beyond the standard blogging format. Tell me what you think when it happens.
Also in the next couple of weeks, I’m putting out a survey. I want to know what you want to see on MidLifeBloggers. What we’ve had and what we’re missing. Because, as always, this is your site. I’m the editor, but you guys are the engine.
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