There was a period, somewhat brief and before I had blogged much, when I thought Dooce was a lucky stiff. She was a lady who wrote a few witty posts at a time when folks were just getting turned on to blogging and then she was a celebrity. Poof. Like that. She captured the mommy audience -- bored moms at home with infants and an internet connection, just looking for people to make enormously powerful, like Oprah.
But, as I've mentioned before on this blog, this is no accident. She's talented, funny as hell, AND well positioned as a writer.
Today's post, called The House of Adorable, is a great example of her writing. She can take the most mundane events and make them the jumping off point for a scads of interesting tangents and side shows. As well as simply having a great sense of comedic timing.
And the subject matter today is the kind of thing that fills my life lately. So it's extra poignant.
My hat is off to you Mrs. Armstrong, you go.
Bp
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