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Note:  We are starting a new series on HVFH featuring all of our fantastic writers! Kathy was randomly selected to go first, which is very appropriate, as she’s been writing for us since the beginning. Thanks, Kathy!
 
Tell me a little about yourself. When did you start blogging and why?
 
I grew up in Omaha, the youngest of three. I was frequently by myself with my nose in a book lost in stories. I always wanted to write my own. Then, in 2009, my 5 year old son was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I started writing on Caring Bridge, and it helped me deal with everything that was going on. In 2011, shortly after Joey’s death, I was unexpectedly pregnant at age 41. It seemed like a good time to continue writing through a blog. 
 
What are some of your favorite sites on the ‘net?
 Besides Her View From Home, you mean? Emoji (Ha – well played, Kathy! Well played.)
 
I love Huffington Post, of course – it’s such a great mix of news, opinions, and discovering amazing new bloggers. I love the quick, funny quips on NickMom. Then I have several blogs that give me the feels after reading. Two are Four Plus an Angel and Our Small Moments (who is from Nebraska). They have both been through the pain of losing someone they love as well, and often I draw strength and inspiration from them. 
 
Kissing the Frog - Coffee
~Coffee, because duh. 
 
What does a typical day look like for you?
Get my four boys up and dressed for school, come home and clean up messes, maybe exercise and write, grocery shop, pick up boys, clean up messes, help with homework, get boys to bed, and repeat, ad nauseum. Staying at home seems like a lot of drudgery and boredom; but honestly, I have never once been bored in my 11 years of staying home with them. I always have something to do; and having an online presence helps break up the butt wiping, house cleaning, and life with a houseful of boys (and provides me with some of my funnier updates). 
Kissing the Frog
 
What advice do you have for someone who wants to blog or share her/his story?
Absolutely go for it! Odds are, your story is already out there. Think about a Facebook update that received a lot of comments or likes or a post that you shared from your page that sparked a conversation with your friends. So many people think they can’t write or they worry about what their blog would look like. Remember, all those gorgeous blogs you see had to start somewhere. They went through many redesigns and several years of trial and error to look like that. Blogs are ever-changing entities – works in progress, just like the lives that are documented in them. 
 
Kissing the Frog
~They can actually get along.
 
What story are you most proud of?  
When I write something, I never know how readers will react. Sometimes I think, ‘Wow, now THIS one will take off!’ And then waa, waa, it flops. Sometimes I write something, put it out there, kind of forget about it, and somehow it really resonates with people. I wrote a post called “A Mom’s Top 25 Tips for Fighting Depression which is getting pinned a lot on Pinterest right now. It makes me feel good that it might be helping some women who need it. My one and only viral post is calledPictures Can Lie.” It is about taking a family picture after Joey was gone and after our fifth son was born. We found a way to combine the two into a gorgeous family portrait.. Huffington Post featured it in 2012, it won a BlogHer Voice of the Year in 2013, and it made the internet rounds again in December 2014. For some reason, it touched people and gave hope to other families who have lost someone they love. 
 
Kissing the Frog
~Trying to feed four growing boys is breaking our bank!
 
How can people follow you?
My blog can be found at http://www.lifewiththefrog.com/
 
Kissing the Frog - Feature Writer
 
~Muddy pictures are my 3 yo. We are in a brand new house, and we don’t have grass yet. This is what boys find to do. :/
 
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~No one ever smiles at the same time.
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Kathy Glow

Kathy Glow is a wife and mom to four lively boys and one beautiful angel in Heaven, lost to cancer. Most days you can find her under a pile of laundry ordering take-out. When she is not driving all over town in her mini-van or wiping “boy stuff” off the walls, she is writing about what life is REALLY like after all your dreams come true. Her writing has been featured on sites such as Huffington Post, Scary Mommy, Good Housekeeping, and Mamalode; but Her View From Home is her favorite place to be. Her blog is at www.lifewiththefrog.com. You can follow her on Facebook at Kissing the Frog.

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