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Sorry!

November 17, 2017

Hello faithful subscribers to this ghost of a site! So sorry to anyone on my email list who is being spammed with OLD, retired posts long set to private. They are chock full of spelling and grammar errors and do not belong in your inbox. I’m working on taking care of the problem. Apparently it’s an exhausting, complicated tech problem that is beyond my comprehension. Please pray for me.

While I’m here, Happy Thanksgiving. May your pants be loosened and your turkeys moistened.

Much love.

On Writing Books And Sending Your One-Year-Old To School

October 1, 2015

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I’m sending my one-year-old to school today. She’ll be joining the 2’s class, where she will be the baby of the classroom–unable to sit still or stay quiet or resist ripping off her diaper “for fun.” Bless you, preschool teachers. You have a special place in heaven next to the cheese bar.

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This plan was unexpected. The teachers came to us, and at first I said no until I realized a whole morning off to write would be gold if gold was financially worthless but emotionally thrilling.

I started drafting a few more paragraphs explaining myself and our reasons for sending her, but deleted them all because honey, I’m the mom and she’s going to love it.

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In the meantime, I’ll be here plugging away. This blog is no longer my first priority as I’m in the middle of writing two books, but it is still a great place to post life events, the occasional essay, or fun things from the Internet. Those Friday links used to really bog me down, but now those kinds of light posts are a happy place where I don’t have to think about where the next sentence will come from. Who would have thought curating silly tweets or finding noteworthy links to read would become a relaxing pastime. Instagram and Snapchat (for the most part) are fun too. Feel free to block me.

As always, thanks for reading.

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Insert Welcoming Remarks

May 7, 2015

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Updated 4/27/17

Hello friends.

It’s been a long time since I’ve talked to you like this. As I’ve mentioned before, blogging has changed a lot over these four years. Personal narrative blogs have been replaced with niche blogs, affiliate links, Instagram, Buzzfeed, and what I call “worldview pieces.” Readers, including myself, skirt to and from blogs so quickly that it’s hard to continue any sort of story, making it necessary to write essays that can stand alone.

Sometimes I’ll read a random blog, click around, and still wonder what’s going on. Where do they live? What do they do? Why are they always at the beach?

I thought this might be a good time to clear things up.

HELLO. My name is Kate and I like Friends reruns and sandwiches featuring complicated mayonnaise. Technically my name is actually Kathrine, inconveniently spelled without an “e” in the middle, which means a bunch of KathErines with gmail accounts get a lot of my “urgent” Old Navy emails. Enjoy the maxi dress! Now an entire 25 cents off.

I live in a small town in Eastern Pennsylvania, a day’s trip away from New York, Baltimore, Philadelphia, and Washington D.C.  My kids are Waylon, Eva, and Novi. My husband’s name is James but he goes by Austin. I guess both our parents liked things complicated. A few summers ago he graduated from medical school and started a six year residency in Radiology. We take things one day at a time.

This May we’ll be married eight years.

In case you are wondering about the mild home renovations referenced on Instagram, we live in a very modest three bedroom home Austin’s parents bought at the beginning of medical school. Because we rent (pay the mortgage) from them–we can make renovations as we are able, and you probably know that Compromising your San Diego heating repair systems is very important as well. When we matched to Penn State Hershey last Spring, we decided not to move (thank you Jesus) and just upgrade a few things. So far we’ve painted everything white and bought 100 items off Craigslist. We hope to own our own home someday, but for now paying a low mortgage on a house that’s not ours is actually pretty great. If the garbage disposal breaks, I just call my father-in-law. Please don’t tell him how to block phone numbers. Chances are we’ll stay in this house through residency, which means we’ll be here a total of 10 years.

If you’re wondering what I actually look like (not just what I look like with 17 filters), here is an all natural photo I plugged into the age predictor site everyone’s been using this week.

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It identified me as 12-year-old girl. Bonus: I still dress like one too.

It is worth noting this blog is no longer my first priority as I’m in the middle of writing a book, but it is still a great place to post life events, the occasional essay, or fun things from the Internet. Those Friday links used to really bog me down, but now those kinds of light posts are a happy place where I don’t have to think about where the next sentence will come from. Who would have thought curating silly tweets or finding noteworthy links to read would become a relaxing pastime. Instagram and Snapchat (for the most part) are fun too. You can find me on both at @katejbaer.

As always, thanks for reading, listening, responding, and double tapping. All the heart eye and dancing girl emojis right back at you.

xo

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Four Years Of Writing On The Internet

March 10, 2015

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Next month will mark four years of writing on the Internet. Four years since I sat down at the computer and tried to write something worth reading online. At first it was awkward and unpleasant for everyone, like having sex for the first time. No one knows where to put their hands or when to stop pretending to be someone they’re not. Then, as time went on, I fell into a rhythm and tried to create a space where we can share our parenting and human struggles while also laughing at Jimmy Fallon videos on YouTube.

Blogging has changed a lot over these four years. Personal narrative blogs have been replaced with niche blogs, affiliate links, Instagram, Buzzfeed, and what I call “worldview pieces.” Readers, including myself, skirt to and from blogs so quickly that it’s hard to continue any sort of story, making it necessary to compose essays that can stand alone.

None of these changes are inherently positive or negative, the landscape of the internet will always change. The difficulty lies in recognizing when it’s time to change.

Popular blogger Sarah Bessey touches on this in a post about changes to her site. She writes, The hard thing is trying to figure out when to “change with the times” and when to stand your ground in the place you’ve establishedFor instance, I still love to tell stories about the daily life and simple joys, even though those don’t get the page views or comments or shares of other posts. I won’t stop telling those stories or writing the way I love to write because it’s not popular. But there are other aspects that I need to embrace – running ads to pay for the upkeep of this site which has become prohibitive, being aware of the power of social media some people taking advantage of this using instant instagram views to get more clients and conversion, creating regular content that is relevant, and so on.

A few weeks ago I submitted a pilot for HBO via a fellowship for diverse writers. Along with the actual pilot, the application also required a personal statement. The writing prompt was simple, “What influences your writing?”

As I fumbled around trying to come up with an answer, all I could think about was you. The community of women I’ve found through writing for an audience. When my post about being tightly wound went viral last year and recently again this month, so many of you wrote to me about the struggles of parenting young children. If you read through the comments on that post, what sticks out to me the most is the overwhelming desire to be heard. For someone to acknowledge that while this is all so very wonderful, it’s also really, really hard.

No matter how blogging changes, I hope we can continue to create a space to be honest. To be heard. To laugh over our three-year-olds talking about sperm with the grocery cashier and cry over our complicated relationship with thighs. A place to stand together and say, “I want more,” even if wanting more is simply time to eat a sandwich alone.

Our best chance for motherhood, for being human, is to lift each other up. To walk beside each other and say, “This is my truth, what’s yours?” My writing is influenced by you. The relationships I’ve formed with women who walk beside me and share their truth, no matter how dark the valleys. Our most important work.

Thanks for walking with me.

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Yes, I saw my toddler on Buzzfeed. No, I’m not going to take it down.

March 11, 2014

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Yes, I saw my toddler on Buzzfeed.

No, I didn’t give them permission.

No, I’m not receiving any money.

No, I’m not going to take it down–for now.

I admit my initial reaction was panic. My sweet baby boy put out there for the world to see, to laugh at, to maybe judge, like one of those toddlers in tiaras. Except instead of a tiara it’s a drawing of a baby bahgina.

Then I remembered I’m the one who put it out there in the first place and that most of my panic is coming from worrying about what other people think.

Look, my two-year-old son got a sister for Christmas and learned a little about the female anatomy. He drew a picture, I happened to be close by, I took a video. Austin and I think it’s adorable and decided to share it. If you think it’s horrifying, I suggest you do not watch the video.

Kids are curious. Kids are funny. Kids draw pictures of their baby sister’s vaginas on the chalkboard and then immediately forget about it and go back to destroying the house plants. It is really no big deal. If you’re worried about privacy, then this whole blog is very worrisome. Rest assured, I plan on making all videos and personal posts about my kids private as soon as they get to grade school like every other well intentioned blogger.

It’s been a weird day. My toddler threw up all over the carpet and then a video I posted a month ago was being watched all over the country. I’m very tired.

If you’re curious, despite the 65k+ views of this little gem, this little ol’ blog has received no residual attention. It’s still just us right now, and if this video is anything like the fifty billion other viral videos before it, it will be forgotten by Thursday.

And that is all I have to say about that.

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