It all started with a cross-country trip to BlogHer in New York.
“Do you think she’s a Blogher?” my fiance, Chris, asked my tween daughter in the hotel lobby.
Women come to BlogHer for many different reasons — to learn, to network, to expand their community — and one of my goals was to meet at least a few single mom bloggers whom I’ve been following online. Believe me, it was not that easy to find these amazing women amongst 2,400+ attendees, but I did get the chance to meet:
EwokMama, who’s getting married in September and shared some great frugal wedding tips with me.
Single Mama NYC, who shared a drink with me in the hotel lobby, chatting as if we’ve known each other for years.
Miss Grace, who handed me the mic during a Q and A session she helped moderate, and then sweetly whispered to tell me who she was.
Calliope, who shared her journey — in the midst of a crowded room at the Hilton — with me about being a choice mom.
After having been in workshops for 48 hours straight, I wanted to end our visit with a relaxing family night. RJ from Single Dad had told me about this very sweet Kimpton’s The Muse New York, because he took his older daughter here for her 16th birthday.
Located in the heart of the theater district and just blocks from Times Square, it was such a relaxing escape from the noise and heat.
I even managed to do a bit of yoga…thanks to the free mats they provide to guests.
The staff here was SO helpful: as we were checking out of the hotel in order to catch a train to visit Aunt Marge, we got stuck in the wild Dominican Day Parade. The streets were blocked off, and cabs couldn’t get through. But this strong guy from The Muse not only carried our bags for a block, he also whistled the loudest whistle I’d ever heard and got a taxi to pull over. We offered to share a ride with another couple who was trying to get to Penn Station, and off we went.
Lastly, you must know that this little family vacation — unlike our trip last summer — was different. That’s because this time, I had a sleeping plan, which I stuck to. In other words, M. slept on the pull-out sofa… and Chris and I I had our own room.
Yep, this mama is growing up.
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