What to do?

My niece replied to a very long thread of emails between us and accidentally (I think) cc’d my mother on her last missive. Somewhere in that thread is a link to this website.

I’ve spent over four years carefully concealing this (project? weblog? journal?) thing from a woman who used to locate and then edit my angst-ridden, adolescent poetry.

Four years! And now I’ve basically gone and handed her my hapless brainchild on a silver platter.

Luckily the concept of content management systems and html is completely beyond her understanding, though I WOULD JUST DIE if she ever found my publicly recorded private thoughts.

Most people would feel that way I think, but then most people don’t have mothers who either try and compete with their children or patronise their efforts to such an extent that they feel as though their accomplishments are nothing more than so much fodder for the fridge magnets.

So I’ve locked this place for now and will likely reopen it once I’m pretty sure she’s not trying to break and enter, or I get bored of worrying about it – whichever comes first.

And now – who wants to hear a little story? I can either tell you about seeing Prince in concert or about my first banjo lesson with the great Ed Hicks. It’s up to you, uberfrau, because you’re the only one who’s asked for the password.