Frum N' Flipping

I've disappeared for a while. Here's my excuse. "Do me a favor, and don't ever show that to any guy you want to marry, OK?" "Isn't it a bit late for you to be telling me this now? I already showed it to him." Not to mention to a few hundred blog readers. But she doesn't know about that. "Oh, you were obviously trying to scare him off, last night." "I was?" "Yes. That story shows the worst side of you, the cynical side. It doesn't give a flattering picture of its author. Any decent boy who reads it will run a mile." "You could have told me that when you read it." "Well it is well written. But, sweetheart, I know you, you're not like that." "I was trying to copy Dorothy Parker's style." "But did Dorothy Parker ever get married?" I don't remember the answer. I guess it's a no. "Men don't want to marry Dorothy Parkers. Or Jane Aust...

I just wanted to write. That's all. Write whatever's in my head, in my heart. Write without censorship, without holding back the things I most want to say. Frum newspapers all have the same procedure. To start with, their authors know what not to write, what not to say. They are well trained. So was I, once. The editor has her own eagle eyes. She usually catches any untoward lines that slip through. Finally the "Mevaker", the official censor, gives his stamp of approval. There is not much I have to say nowadays, that would make it through the screening. So instead this blog came into being. A diary, you could call it that. Except none of the diaries I've tried to keep ever lasted beyond a week. I do want to write, but I want it read too. And I'm loving it. But together with my blog I entered a world. A virtual world. A universe builds up around me. I'm drawn in. It captures my thoughts, my time. Not everything thought should be spoken, Solomon said. And...