Mosh-pit Mom, or, How Grandma's career got its start

My writing career and where it's headed have been on my mind a lot lately.

So, too, has been where my writing career began.

I've written and fantasized about being a writer for as long as I can remember. It wasn't until nearly 20 years ago, though, that I became a real writer, a published writer.

The date I was first published was Sunday, October 23, 1994.

And the headline of my first published article was (brace yourself) Mosh-pit Mom. The subhead to go with: Lure of rock too strong for mother of 3 to resist.

Oh. My.

I didn't choose either of the headlines, I swear. But wait... it gets worse more amusing.

The accompanying photo was this:

Another thing I swear: I was not wearing a headband. Why it looks like it, I don't know.

Now that I've gone this far in the revelation, I'm compelled to share with you the full article. Click below to read, if you dare:

My. Oh. My. Oh. My.

Well, we all get our start somewhere, right? Mine just so happened to start with the mosh pit.

Twenty years and hundreds — thousands? — of bylined bits later, I'm debating where to take it from here.

Unless, that is, featuring this revelation under my byline just destroyed said career.

Today's question:

Have any concert memories or stories to admit to?