Then there was my adventurous side. My friend Stephen once called me "Julie the Cruise Director" because of my knack for concocting random escapades, corralling folks to join me, and organizing the entire journey. Those escapades forged bonds between my friends of various backgrounds, ethnicities, and beliefs and gave some an opportunity to set sail on a journey they wouldn't have otherwise experienced. Blogging would present the opportunity to get more people together for first-time experiences and new friendships.
It wasn't until recently that I felt compelled to begin journaling for the purpose of recording the growth and accomplishments of my son and having some sort of accountability for myself of the things I continuously say I'm going to do but conveniently push to the end of my to-do list. Yes, you'll be joining me in the good fight to bring my sexy back. I'll help keep the donuts out your hand as long as you promise to "bitch-slap" them out of mine.
So now she is born and I'm feeling like a first time parent all over again. What the heck am I supposed to do with her? Name her? MotherHustler seems pretty kick-ass and self-explanatory. MotherHustler is a creative source of maternal wisdom who moves or acts energetically and rapidly (well, not always so energetic and rapid) to support the upbringing of her offspring. In short, a MotherHustler is a working mother and all mothers are working mothers, as being a mom is the hardest job in the world. What do I want MotherHustler to be in life? I want her to be the village griot, the neighborhood concierge, a little bit of a hippie with a splash of conservatism. I want her to be peace amidst chaos and a platform for openness. So now I'm unleashing her onto the world, and just like any parent I want her to be loved.