Dear Mom

I know it just made you insane with panic that someone in our hometown would find and read my blog, a place where I haven’t lived for 30 years and you haven’t lived for 15 years and might find out you have a daughter 1) with a sometimes blue mouth; 2) who is a lesbian; 3) who relates stories as I remember them and not as you remember them.   Sorry. Oh, wait, you won’t be reading this – it’s a STEALTH blog.

But, this blog is for me.  Uncensored and unadorned.  I am good with the witty/sarcastic/sardonic rejoinder at the drop of a dime, but I spend a lot of time composing letters in my head once the moment has passed to fully render my thoughts.

This will be a mix of thought, feeling, and those letters.

I love you Mom, but I’m almost 50 and I have to have a way to put it out there.

Love,

Al

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  • Don’t mind me. I have no intention of breaking on this private convo. It’s just that I was your final commenter on the last one and I want to be the first on this one.

    Call me sentimental.

    Let’s Roll!!!

  • Yay! burst your cherry.

    I have a private blog for this very reason. Sometimes, I just need to say what I’m REALLY thinking, no matter what anyone else thinks about it. As a mom, as an employee, etc., our worlds in which we can do that get smaller and smaller, to the point that it seems like sometimes, we have nowhere we can be totally, completely ourselves, the people that we really are. My blog is that place for me.

    Congrats on your new one.

  • Thank you. Knowing there’s more to come and I didn’t even have to get on my knees!

  • Getting down on your knees is easy at my age, it’s the getting up part that’s not so easy – couldn’t do it to you.

  • Sheesh, and here I hung a black cloth over my monitor….

  • Well, we were going to sit Shiva and have a good old fashioned Irish wake (that whole pleasure/pain thing)- but, I thought that was a little over the top.

  • So glad that I am able to see reincarnation take place right before my eyes! ;) My parents tried to hide me too. They don’t seem to care so much now that they moved a whopping 70 miles further north. Go figure. Maybe it’s the alzheimer’s kicking in… They just don’t remember I’m gay.

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