Brisa Pinho

Brazilian. Piscean. Project manager. Raising a boy in a man’s world… without a man.

On December 2014 I wrote a post on Facebook that it was more like a rant than anything else. Or so I thought. It was just some stuff I needed to get out my chest in regards to a family member who has repeatedly hurt my feelings. Within 5 minutes of posting it, I thought about deleting it. Even though I hadn’t given any names I felt bad about writing it. Before I could make up my mind on the delete/don’t delete dilemma that was going through my head, something interesting happened. The post started getting many “likes”. One after another. The notifications were coming faster than I could handle. I don’t have many friends on Facebook. Not even close to five hundred. But this “rant” became very popular within an hour and I am still not sure why. I hadn’t written anything spectacular. It’s not like I had given out the formula to wealth. I have since made it private to avoid any more questions about it. But I still wonder about its popularity. Maybe people like drama? Maybe people like knowing that they are not the only ones with family issues? Or maybe, according to a friend, I am a tiny bit good with words. I think the first option is more likely to be true.

Fast forward a couple weeks to just after Christmas. I wrote another so called rant (also known as blogging by some) on Facebook. This time about my situation as a single mom. That post once again quickly became popular. And it was after that second post that a friend from San Francisco called me to talk about it. Within a few moments of the conversation she suggested I start a blog. According to her, my posts are well written and touching but Facebook wasn’t the best platform to share them on. Maybe it was a strategy to get me to stop crowding her feed with my long posts or maybe she meant it. Either way, the world can blame her for the beginning of this blog. So I am officially going from ranter to blogger.

Not quite sure who will be reading this. Maybe just my close friends and my snoopy mom. But to those who decide to read all my future rants, I kindly ask you to forgive any mistake I might type down. English will always be my second language. I also can’t promise anything interesting but I promise to answer absolutely none of your parenting questions. Fuck, you might even find this blog boring. Oh, and I curse a lot. So if that’s a problem, this is probably not the place for you.
Anyways, this is how Single Mom Out Loud is starting. Joys, rants, laughs, and much desperation from a single mom trying to raise a boy in a man’s world. Without a man.

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– Brisa