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A Substack That Feels Like Old Blogging

Maybe Baby, a great Substack I read, recently wrote a newsletter about infertility. She has such a warm, friendly voice, and it felt a little bit like the old days of blogging when reading something felt like spending time with an inside-the-computer friend.

By this, I mean that it had the deep honesty and frankness of old blog posts before people could track metrics or curate things. Keeping things to yourself, sure. That’s what we do daily. But true curation felt like it started when we moved from words to images.

I nodded through most of the newsletter, but this part summed up the experience so perfectly:

So far, the worst part of trying and failing to get pregnant isn’t that I don’t have a baby, which is honestly fine, at times a relief, but that I’ve been waiting for the biggest news of my life—sweating about it, preparing for it—that never comes.

Go over and read her whole analogy with that paragraph.

And this: “It’s still early, in the grand scheme of things. Still, it’s been hard. Lonely, exhausting, almost impressive in its ability to carry me swiftly from the sense of joy and stability that compelled me to try in the first place.”

Yes. All of this. Exactly. And once again, the Internet reminds us that we’re not alone.

1 comment

1 loribeth { 02.01.23 at 7:59 pm }

I’ve long thought that Substacks were basically blogs in disguise. 🙂

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