I revile bloggers who post scathing rebukes electronically as a way to exact punishment for perceived wrongs. I shake my head in disgust when I read unflattering posts about easily identifiable family members or friends written in what appears to be some form of cheap entertainment. I wonder how these otherwise intelligent people fail to realize that a blog is not a child’s diary that can be kept under lock and key. A blog is a living, breathing document. A scathing post can have deleterious and long-lasting effects. If your relationships are strained to the breaking point or, worse, you can count lost relationships among the collateral damage, you are probably one of the offenders of whom I speak. I admit that this self-ascribed “Code of e-Conduct” is the hope and dream of a fatally flawed individual and, as such, I am sure to fail miserably now and again. No matter, it is enough to strive for excellence; no one will crucify you if you fall short on occasion.
Sadly, my hyper-sensitivity to privacy issues has also worked against me, preventing me from sharing my thoughts and feelings about the people I care about the most. I intend to remedy this situation by writing opuses for two people of whom I’ve never written about publicly—pieces that, in the event of my untimely departure, I would be proud for them to read and share with others. I am not an emotional person by nature; however, I am a human being who, like you, loves her family with all her heart. It seems shameful not to try and capture my feelings for the ones I love in words, if for no other reason than simply to raise them up. To my husband and daughter, thank you for trusting me to write about you. I promise not to embarrass you; well, not intentionally, anyway.