Words from a Tired, Angry "SEX WRITER"
Today I cried. I cried because for about an hour I was ashamed of myself. More importantly I was ashamed of myself as a writer and ashamed of what I write. I have always been afraid that what I write would come back to haunt me. Here is what happened. My daughter about a couple of weeks ago asked me if she could join instagram. Now I was a little worried about what she would see on instagram so I hesitated. Her father and I discussed it and decided as long as she follows only kids from school she could join. Well, she has only followed her friends from school so we are ok with that. However I heard that some of the kids from her school sometimes sext and share salacious photos. I wanted to know what types of friends she had so I followed a few to see what their everyday photos are like. Well today, one of her teammates on the basketball team asked her who “The Writer 84” was? My daughter didn’t hesitate. She said “That’s my mom.” Then her teammate said that her...