Every day, a handful of WordPress.com bloggers are featured in Freshly Pressed. And every day, many more wonder, “What do I have to do to get Freshly Pressed?”
Well, it’s time to reveal what the folks who push the launch button are thinking. Each week, we’ll take a close look at one post and why we thought it was Press-worthy. We hope we can provide insight into the process and give you tips and tools to make your blog the best it can be.
Many Freshly Pressed picks make us laugh, introduce us to new ideas, or provoke conversations. After all, one reason for having Freshly Pressed at all is to inspire everyone to blog more, so we’re drawn to posts that will stimulate discussion.
Sometimes, though, a post slices through the din of the blogosphere on the strength of raw emotion. When we run across those posts, we share them for three reasons:
- There is power in the words used to so bluntly describe a painful experience.
- We know that the WordPress.com community will respond with support.
- Sharing the post might help some else facing a similar situation feel less alone.
The opening line made us sit up and take notice.
It’s not often that you click over to a blog and are confronted with:
My ex-husband died tonight.
There was no cute story gently introducing the topic, no collage of family photos, no loving words about the deceased; just four simple words landing on our screens with a thud. “My ex-husband died tonight.”
Those words tell us what the post will be about in more ways than one. Yes, it will be a post about a serious loss. And it will be straightforward and unforgiving. There will be no scrim softening the line between the experience and the post—this blogger is going to lay things bare. This will not be an easy post to read, and if this topic is a trigger for you, now might be a good time to leave.
She pulled no punches.
True to her opening line, she was honest about her ex-husband, their relationship, and herself.
Because, over the 22 years I’ve known my ex, it hasn’t been easy. It was often fun. I laughed and cried and laughed some more. I got cancer. I attended a lot of Al-anon meetings. I wished his death on at least one major occasion, and luckily God knew me better than that weakness of character and said No…
I am so sad. And not just for our boys — though most especially for our boys. Sad at what might have been for this sweet man. Sad that he hadn’t been able to kick the demons. Sad that it took his final month to bring us all back together, so close.
This is not a storybook memorial to a prince charming. It’s a real-life look at the flexibility and resilience of the ties that bind family members, even those from whom we think we’re unfettered. Ultimately, it’s the story of a woman who was able to knot off one of those ties in a way that brought her peace, and the redemption of a man ultimately bested by his addiction.
Blogging can be a scary activity when we’re publishing something lighthearted; there are always elements of fear and uncertainty when we release our words into the wild. To write so openly and eloquently about such a deeply personal experience takes another level of bravery, one that we’re moved to acknowledge.
Charlie’s Other Angel is off to an incredible start with this post—will you stick around to read more?