I'm very good at keeping secrets. People confide in me all the time because they know their stories are safe with me. I don't tell, and because of this, I know things I shouldn't know -- things about other peoples' marriages, heartaches, ambitions, and desires.
I'm not going to spill secrets here. I'm going to keep them. As a matter of fact, this blog itself is a secret. No one knows I'm writing this. No one I know is reading it. It's my secret. My own not-to-be-shared-with-anyone-I-know secret. Something I own that I won't tell my husband who is sitting across the room, smiling sadly at me because I'm working at home again. Something I won't tell my Ph.Daughter -- the one who has a degree in English Literature from one of the nation's finest. Something I won't tell anyone who might be able to peel me open and see inside.
Keeping Secrets! What a delicious thought!