There’s that old joke about the drunk looking for something under a lamppost. A cop comes over and asks what he’s doing.
“Looking for my keys,” the drunk says. “I dropped them across the street.”
“Well if you dropped them across the street, why are you looking for them here?”
“The light’s better.”
Which reminds me of something I tell people at work all the time. We may operate on one space, the easiest, the most convent, the safe one we know. The one where the light shines brightest.
But our audiences may be elsewhere.
So I sent stuff to Facebook and Linked In and Twitter, but how do I know pregnant people hang out there?
Then I found the mother lode, referred to me by a young mom I know: www.babycenter.com. Where there is a group for pregnant teenagers.
Hopefully, as I shine a light in this new space, I will find the key.