Once upon a time three pizza parlors set up shop on one block. The first called itself "The Best Pizza In The World." The second called itself "The Best Pizza In The Universe." The third called itself "The Best Pizza On the Block," and sold more pizza than either of the other establishments. My blog needs a new domain, or my old domain. Sometime in the next thirty days, it is just possible that whomever purchased TheCriticalMom domain will identify him or herself and offer to sell it back. But for the twelve bucks for which I purchased it when I thought up the term? Or multiples of that? Assuming the fee turns out to be out of my range, I still want to be the best critical mom on the block. So I welcome suggestions from readers. (The New Critical Mom? The Advanced Critical Mom? The Better Critical Mom? Well . . . .)
I do keep going to the old domain. And what do I see? A blank page, topped by laughing persons at a bar drinking what appears to be Windex. The latest: within thirty days, I should know whether whomever purchased the domain is willing to sell it to me. So I'm dreaming of domains. . .