Good grief, I’m sure we’ve all heard about internet safety. I’m just naive enough to have thought I would not be scathed by this.
The truth is, in that nether time between high school and family, I made a lot of bad choices. Even though many years have passed in the interim, those bad choices have come back to haunt.
About a month ago, I noticed my own name showing up quite frequently as a search term. Who on earth would search for me? I wondered.
I found out one day when someone showed up in my little town, tracking me down to dredge up the past.
Of course, the mama bear in me only wants to protect the cubs I have at home.
People can say whatever they want about me. As my husband said, holding me tightly and comforting me, “I know who you are.”
Yes, he does. He has lived with me for thirty years. He knows, too, that the person I was in the past is not who I am today.
But I have little ones, children who are growing and learning who they are, children who need home to be a sanctuary and a safe place. In my foolish blogging, I risked all that.
So Hot Dogs and Marmalade is going to rest, peacefully, quietly, hidden away, where prying eyes and unkind hearts can’t see all the things I have laid bare.
Thank you all for reading and being such an encouragement to me.