Mothers are telling their stories publicly as never before. Stories that for centuries took place in the kitchen, around a fire, with a cup of tea over the back fence – are now broadcast on our blogs and bleeding into mainstream media. Over the weekend at “BlissDom”, an unabashedly warm and love-filled blogging conference, Catherine Connors from Babble.com reminded us of how radical this act is. She urged us to keep telling our stories. As we do, we re-shape the narrative of not only motherhood, but womanhood and what it means to be human.

I bought in the day I wrote my first blog post. I had never commented on a blog before starting my own. Then it wasn’t about finding a community. It was a selfish act. But it has become so much more. Layering in relationships, online and in person, are the real revolution.

Our voices, so long hidden from the historical narrative, are penetrating and shaping culture. When we bring those voices together, to quote Catherine, something epic happens. As access to technology expands, women add their voices from all over the world. This week I received an email from Tanzania from a mother of two who shares many of my same passions. We have begun a dialogue that spans economic, cultural, racial and geographical divides.

I see the power of mothers’ voices every day in my work here as Community Manager for the Million Moms Challenge, as we work to raise awareness for healthy pregnancy, healthy birth and healthy babies around the world. I see the power of mothers' voices in countries where they have been silenced for too long. And I see the power of mothers' voices in the women I’ve been with for the last three days.

Inspiration, wisdom, community, connection and change.

You women online, you women reading these words – on your blogs, on Facebook and Twitter, on message boards and favorite community spaces, and yes still around the kitchen table, over the back fence and in the grocery line – collectively you create the change we talk about.

I left Blissdom with this injunction ringing in my ears: never stop telling your stories. In that ballroom in Nashville, TN, I was reminded again why I write. Why I read. Why I listen. Why I connect.

Yes, I drank the Kool-Aid. And I’m lining up for more.

*Photo Credit: Blessing Oshin