Yes, I am still alive. And my daughters are very well, thank you. I
know it's been a very long time -- years, really -- since my last
post. But I have a good explanation: My oldest daughter asked me to
stop writing about her. Above all else, I respect my daughter's right
to privacy.
She understands that her mom is a writer,
and that writers write about their lives, but she didn't like me posting
pictures about her or telling total strangers the little everyday
details about her life. It was getting to the point where she stopped
telling me things about herself that I should know, as her mother,
because she was afraid that I was going to blog about it.
So
I stopped blogging about her. Cold turkey. My relationship with my
daughter trumps any obligation that a blogger feels toward readers. A
bizarre relationship by any definition, isn't it?
To catch you up, my oldest daughter is now in college, and my youngest daughter has hatched into teenhood.
So I am reliving these teen years all over again. It's equally fun and
frustrating. Maddening is a better word. As is the case with most
siblings, my two daughters are polar opposites, and the youngest one
doesn't mind if I blog about her.
So I probably will, from time to
time. When the mood strikes. Or when I find the time.
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