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What you have probably gathered thus far, is that my name is Crissy.
What you may not know, is that I am happily married (that always comes out sounding kind of funny, but, you know what I mean), I’m 32-years-old, and I am a WAHM (this stands for work at home mom, not to be confused with WHAM!, the British pop duo).
What inspires me?
I have a B.A. in English from Ohio University, and an unquenchable passion for creative non-fiction. Recently, I’ve contributed to Babble, allParenting, BabyCenter and New Parent.
My life is defined by dueling passions. In addition to writing, I also adore photography. I feel very blessed to have found a career that allows me to combine these loves on a daily basis.
I’ve actually been blogging (we didn’t call it back then) since 1996. I was sixteen years old when I start my first web site.
Why I love being a mom
Many of the words and images posted on this blog feature my kids, Evan and Kara. Motherhood has proven to be the most challenging endeavor of my life, and raising children is an overwhelmingly beautiful experience.
I used to scoff at women who gushed about motherhood, insinuating parenthood automatically placed them in some special club.
Now, I know that parents are part of some special club. A club wherein members enjoy spit-up, sleepless nights, poop blowouts, stress headaches, incredible radiant smiles, unconditional love, contagious giggles and unmatched happiness. Unmatched happiness.
Motherhood isn’t always perfect, and certainly isn’t always easy. I beam, I laugh, I love, I cry, I yell a little, I navigate.
Tomorrow — I try to cry and yell less.
Want to work with me?
If you are reading with an interest in advertising on Dear Crissy, or hiring me for your creative blogging campaign or brand ambassadorship, please feel free to check out my PR & advertising page, then email me.
Dear Crissy is a reflection of me in so many ways. It is the embodiment of my inner-dialogue, the pictures in my mind externalized, and the fleeting glimpses of my daily life as a Midwestern Mom—captured.