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In case you find yourself in need of writing inspiration:
THINGS I’D NEVER Tell My Mother. Seeking first-person, nonfiction essays exploring actions, thoughts, or feelings you would never share with your mother. Can be from childhood, adolescence, or adulthood. Humorous to heartbreaking.
(Read the full classified at Poets & Writers.)
I have nothing to submit, really. Really. Though they do accept pseudonyms, of course. But I have nothing to write for this one.
Have I ever mentioned that my mother reads this blog? Ahem.
[Link courtesy of Coffee & Critique Writers Group.]
What kind of nonsense is this, anyway? If it’s something we’d never tell our mothers, WHY would we publish it for everyone, most certainly including our mothers, to read???
Our time would be much better spent eating those healthy truffles.
Well… my first tattoo, trip to a nude beach, and incidence of public intoxication were while I was actually *with* my mother.
So, that which I wouldn’t tell her is a pretty narrow and mundane list, I think.
Yeah, I got nothing.
Maybe something boring:
Hey, Mom, did I tell you about the time I put too much salt in the mixed grains I served for dinner? No? Oh. That was last night.
See? Not really worth reading.
I must not be thinking hard enough about this.