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"Watch out. My mother has Internet access, and she knows how to use it. My mom, who grew up long before computers with a manual typewriter and a bottle of Wite-Out has started blogging. Worse, she blogs on my web site and has been known to leave anonymous comments under my blog entries across the Internet. Oh, I know it&amp;#039;s her. I also know that I&amp;#039;m glad I&amp;#039;m not a teenager anymore or the whole thing would be just too much for a daughter to take. It&amp;#039;s not that she doesn&amp;#039;t have the right to write. I do it all the time (apparently, so she has something to comment on.) It&amp;#039;s that she never wrote much before. Let&amp;#039;s just say that the creative arts have not been her forte, and she&amp;#039;s the first to admit it. In fact, she drops the &amp;quot;Creative&amp;quot; from &amp;quot;Creative Memories&amp;quot; when she describes her scrap-booking, because, she says, her technique is more like slapping stamps on envelopes than crafting an elaborate work of art. So when I discovered that my mother had posted a brief, but pithy blog entry on her page on the social network I had created, I was taken aback. Though my mother has always had something to say, she always just said it. She didn&amp;#039;t write it, let alone in my neighborhood on the Net. In recent weeks, she has commented on a variety of things I&amp;#039;ve written about. In fact, I&amp;#039;m getting so accustomed to seeing her pseudonym pop up on my computer screen, I half expect to find her rebuttal blog next to mine. This, from a woman whose personal notes rarely exceed two sentences, verbs optional. At the age of 70, my mother has become a writer \u2013 and this writer thinks it&amp;#039;s fantastic. After all, my mom filled out much of a book called &amp;quot;The Story of My Life&amp;quot; with hundreds of pages of priceless anecdotes about her childhood, my grandparents and life growing up at a time when girls weren&amp;#039;t allowed to play baseball with the boys. (She did anyway.) And she created two scrapbooks just for me \u2013 one about my first 40 years, and one about my battle with cancer. They were memories, yes, but they were also creative. Really. So maybe it&amp;#039;s time my mother had her chance to share her thoughts with the world, or at least the World Wide Web. But just remember, Mom, I can write faster than you can, and I know when it&amp;#039;s you hanging out in my virtual backyard. Comments to follow.  "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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