About a year ago, I received a call from my mother around 9pm PST. She lives on the East Coast, so it was around midnight her time. I picked up the phone, alarmed that something could have happened to my parents who live alone in a closed-blind suburb of New York.
"Mom, is everything ok?" I asked as soon as I answered.
"Are you writing about our family in a blog?" she asked.
I was too stunned to respond. I had been keeping a blog for the past few years, and I had written liberally about our family. But I had not told any members of my family about it.
"Why are you writing about our family?" she continued. "And why are you doing it in your name? Other people blog anonymously. Why do you have to put your full name on your blog?"