There are not many times when the fact that this is a very public journal leads me to censor myself—generally, I don’t have a lot to hide.
But last night as my mother and I were flying back from LA, she said “you’ll probably have a lot of stories to tell on your blog about this trip.” And I suddenly realized that while I had in fact been instinctively blogging in my head all week, that I didn’t want to share those stories in a public forum.
I think it’s because the stories aren’t really about me. They’re about my family, and those stories are not mine to share.
So yes, I have lots of stories. Stories about why it’s so important to hold your family close while you can. Stories about why it’s a bad thing when your family is spread out across thousands of miles. Stories about the way people can surprise you with their warmth and generosity—or with their incredible lack of sensitivity to others. But I’m not going to share them. Sorry.
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