My Fifth “Baby”

baby lying on white fur with brown blanket
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It has been like giving birth, putting this “baby” out into the world.

Self-publishing is not as physically demanding as labor and delivery, but there is definitely something about it that feels like you are letting a baby loose in the world.

Will the world be kind to it? Will it get harassed? Abused? Flourish or flounder – your mom still cares about your outcome. This mom, anyway.

I was tickled to discover that I got ranked at #27 in Women’s Poetry after one day of pre-orders.

I have to laugh. You never know what that baby will do. Like my kids (I have four) I visited the Disciplinary Committee as well as the Magna Cum Laude induction ceremony.

Up and down and all of it life.

I am just holding on for the ride.

Join me.

By Catstrav

Reindeer handler. NDT tech. Mother of four. Aspiring astronaut.


  1. I celebrate and cheer for you as you explore this new adventure. I have other friends who have published, and it isn’t easy. Hats off to you, and may your poetry inspire and bless all who are lucky enough to experience it!

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