Today I feel like Christian Slater in Pump up the Volume. I've got my pirated station-Ok blog (burst my 1990s bubble why don't ya).  I must have watched that movie about a hundred times growing up.  There was something in his call for freedom of expression, to rise up against the evil that dwells in the high school halls---the repression of pearls and perfection, that truly resonated.  It might have had a little something to do with Slater's abs and bad boy appeal but no, really, I think it was mostly the moral:  "The truth is a virus."

This blog is my truth.  Close to forty, half-way through life-I'd like to think I've got something to share.  Why Blessings of a working mom? It's not catchy or sexy- my husband asked twice and did a little eye-rolling when he heard it. But, it's a take on the best-selling book <em>Blessings of a Skinned Knee</em>.  We don't tend to think good can come from pain or hardwork.  We are told or sold to believe absence of pain or work can equal happiness.  That the goal in life is to be happy--which is some state of bliss, absent of real emotion.  This marketed happiness starts to look an awful lot like "escapism".