Paradise and Paparazzi
I consider myself a fairly private person. I share some information publicly here on my blog; but much of my life remains secreted away within the walls of my personal sanctuary, invisible to the critical eye of others. I generalize my thoughts and express them as they might apply to others. Even though my expressions are not stated bluntly, much of what I write is deep from within my heart, it’s what is on my mind, and it is often a struggle to keep my words from invading, not only my own space, but the space of my loved ones. I leave my husband out of my writings much of the time because he is hugely more private than I am and I wish not to over step boundaries and, through a public forum, crash in on his life. If I’m “Rhode Island”, he’s like “Texas” where, I’ve heard, “Everything is bigger.” The date has been set, the trip planned, though we decided not to make it public and the reason is the paparazzi, of course. First, we don’t want anyone following us around. Second, we wor