Breaking with Tradition: our November Call

UGH! Pictured here is a tragedy of tradition. What I have fondly come to think of as Mr.-Tippy-Head-Candy-Face came into my life, um, some time ago. I have fond “growing...

SEPTEMBER CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS

September will be here before you know it (and why-oh-why does the summer always go by so quickly?) so we are gearing up to get back on...

August Call for Submissions: ROAD TRIP!

So my son and I just got home from our annual “road trip”.  The reason I wrote “road trip” instead of road trip is that I don’t...

New Submissions, Sponsored Content and Invoicing Policies

Dear Readers and Writers, Please be aware The Relationship Blogger has new submissions and invoicing policies. Submissions changes take effect immediately. Here's what to expect: Changes to Submissions We will...
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Letter from the Editor: Thank You For Opting In

We thought it would be a longer haul before The Relationship Blogger made the turnaround necessary to financially compensate writers. When Raymond and I set out to...
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Pleasure in the Writing

An aspect of editing I love is witnessing the pleasure in the writing by contributors. The work shared here bridges personal conviction and global audience, offering readers...
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CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS

Our Mission Heart and Humanity is a quickly growing empowerment platform based in the UK. It is owned and operated by Raymond Baxter. Hosted at therelationshipblogger.com, this magazine seeks...
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