Ms.PSM tries to make biweekly entries into this, her PSM diary. It would make her so happy if you left a comment or two along the way. You don't want her to start hoarding things to keep herself company, do you?

Post-Single MotherhoodTM (PSM) is both pitifully sad and pure joy. It is unrelenting and unpredictable. It is discouraging and encouraging, discombobulating and enlightening. Sometimes, it's a super-sized combo of all of the above. And yet, it can be entertaining and downright comical. The idea is to capture all this here.

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Saturday
Feb052011

A Tip of the Artsy-Fartsy Hat to PSM

As we speak, three of my writings about Post-Single MotherhoodTM are hanging in an Atlanta warehouse gallery in preparation for a big art show that starts at 8 tonight. While I feel pretty naked, I'm really just honored to be representing what I've come to know is a fantabulous community of women who gave and loved so much and continue to ask for so little while we (hopefully get to) watch our little birdies build their own nests.

The show's theme is "I Can Dream All Day" and includes all sorts of art like sculptures, paintings, installations, fashion, writing, graphic design, and photography. When one of the curators asked me to write something, I was floored, but I immediately jumped on the chance to publicize PSM. Most of the writing pieces are being displayed in the "hang-out" places like the bars and the lounges and the bathrooms. I don't know why, but I just hope like heck that someone reads my PSM pieces while sitting on the toilet. The young kids can hold it all night, but the older gals, more likely to resonate with PSM, will be in there at least a few times before the evening's end. And with their reading glasses, of course!!

Anyway, if you've a hankerin', what I wrote is here. The first is about my mother's happiest days, the second is about Spawn's arrival, and the third is about his departure and my subsequent do-over and dream. They are side by side on a white mat with black frame, setting off Ms. PSM's pretty face. I wrote I Can Dream All Day in cursive across the top in thick, red pen. I hope my PSMer pride and passion shines through and that we might get a little publicity for our "cause". It so deserves to be recognized! And so do we!