There many outlets for people to use as safe confessional spaces on-line: Her Bad Mother’s Basement, True Mom (and Dad, and Bride, and Office) Confessions, Real Mom Truths and others.Leaving aside all the good reasons to hedge about the whole truth and nothing but (respecting privacy, avoiding causing pain to loved ones, acquaintances who might read etc. etc. etc.), confessing provides the balm that many of us require to lighten our existential load.

MammaLoves and I are hatching an idea about offering an alternative confessional space for you and for us…. whether funny or shameful or bedroom or office, or nursemaid or park ranger…. A place to adopt a persona, or claim another… to express the unexpressed.

The universal desire to be known, seen, understood, is one deeply held, sometimes unknowingly by each of us… And when your blog is no longer a place for you to explore those things, when your friends are far far away… there is often no rest for your sinning head, buzzing brain, and beating heart… no place to share your poetry, your works in progress, your naughty pictures…

And so we’re going to endeavor to help all of us refuse the dying of the light. Refuse “…the stiff procession to the grave, letting the dead ride alone in the hearse.” (Anne Sexton)…

Day # 18