Real life and bikinis
So here’s a question for you: how do you write about the nitty-gritty stuff of parenting while protecting your children’s privacy? This blog is primarily about the mother/stepmother relationship, but the only reason *we* have anything to do with each other is… the kids.
So, how to do this?
You can safely dance around a subject, but then make it so generic and broad that either no one knows what the hell you’re talking about, or it’s so boring, they don’t care. Conversely, you can dive right into the real details, the juicy stuff that makes people sit up and pay attention, but then leave everyone involved feeling naked and judged, evaluated and over-exposed.
Neither option appeals. There must be a middle way. Suggestions?
(On a lighter note, my oldest daughter, C. carried on a family tradition a few weeks ago during SXSW. She and her best friend managed to get in to see Iggy Pop and the Stooges [how does this guy manage to still look like this?!] and they were graced by a fall from the Sweaty One himself in his attempt to crowd-surf. Twenty-five years ago Iggy fell on top of me at a show. If anyone would have told me the same thing would happen to my own child a quarter of a century later, I never would have believed them.)


