I sent her the first blog while she was still in the airport, “I loved what you wrote Mom. You’re an amazing writer and my words can never say how much I love you.”
A week later I was upbraided sharply, “Did you post that letter on your blog? I would not like that. Please don’t comment on stuff on Facebook. I absolutely hate that kind of thing. There is a line.”
So these young folks, like my daughter, can travel around the world, jump off cliffs, swim and kayak in caves and bike in rice paddies. They can post pictures. But I can’t comment. I’m not allowed to write a short piece on how I feel about the jumping, swimming, kayaking and biking across the world and upside down as they are. I’m right side up. I was excited about this. Now I have to worry about my blogging. Bummer. I guess I’ll have to write more about myself. Hope I’m not too boring! Doubtful.