Friends, I’m sorry for the extended blog silence! I’ve been in a bit of a weird place lately. Evident in the state of my bedroom (look like a hurricane blew through), my online habits (browsing Texts From Last Night), and chronic mental tangents that destroy my book-reading abilities (more on that later).
Also, awareness is heightening around the matters that cannot be shared or discussed on this blog. Including: much of my work (for confidentiality reasons); specifics of my love life (for family diplomacy reasons); and my dad’s recent bouts with illness (for his-privacy reasons). As you well know by now, there’s not much about my day-to-day existence that I feel is too “private” or “sacred” or even mundane to share. It’s all life. But not all of life belongs in this blogspace. Gotta dance around some of it. These days, my figurative thighs are getting a workout.
In any case, here are a couple family photos from yesterday, at my pop’s 70th birthday party — actually more of a celebration of life, resilience, recovery, and the amazing network of friends, kin, and pets who have all contributed to his recovery from a near-fatal health crisis. They say a lot, and very little.
Kloncke 
“It’s all life. But not all of life belongs in this blogspace.”
Hear, hear. :)
also: What a great group of smiling faces!
Writing about not writing is important! How many other blogstresses and writers have balanced privacy against honesty throughout their entire lives? Second Jeff on the cute pictures :)
Yep, I hear you about not always writing about what’s happening personally. Even with all my personal posts, some things I can’t really write about, partly because I really don’t know how to.
BTW – cool comments on that Feministe post on social justice writing. I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with my lack of income right now, and wonder about how blogging and money can, or if they should, tie together.