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April 16, 2007



"a little bit like seeing Zorro rip off his mask, to reveal he's just the guy across the street who mows his lawn without his t-shirt on, revealing his lily-white beer belly."

EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW You just ruined Zorro for me, forever. LOL

I remember seeing my 5th grade teacher working on geneology at the local library as I went to pick out books. It somehow just seemed WRONG to me. LOL


Wooooo I love that mask. I love all masks. I think because you can hide behind a mask and be whoever you want. Anyhoo, great post! :)


Wonderful perspective Tink but after reading many of your posts I feel I do know a lot about you. My blogging friends share more than my live friends. I also love reading between the lines. You are very real to me! XXOO


I remember going on a school vacation with teachers including the headmaster. I got a whole new perspective! He had seemed like this uptight rule bound man and all of a sudden he was a human being who was quite funny and there was a massvive snowball fight at one point! Anyway, fun post, as always!

Alison Whittington

The beginning of this post reminded me so much of the book "Coraline" by Neil Gaiman.

What an excellent post all together. Great food for thought.


Sorry about that, Jana!
Thanks, Kamsin and Angela.
Tammy - Thanks, Really this is me, but like everyone, there's more than just here, too - you know, I feel like I know you, too!
Alison - thanks - everyone keeps talking about Neil Gaiman's books and I still haven't read any that I know of - I need to rectify that!


If only Soylent Green weren't so damn tasty...

A very compelling piece of writing here. The ability to understand that other people are people (or the lack of that ability) underpins so much of what goes right and wrong with human society.

Lisa Oceandreamer

It's all actually quite true, every word in fact. Although I don't have kids I just know I would have had the same experience. With nieces and nephews they actually thought certain things I did were cool - but then I'm not their mom. I think we all have a Secret Identity for the most part...or do I? I am such an open book. hmm, must take off my mask and ponder this one.

tammy vitale

Great post! I LOVE secret selves - all of them (mine all mine). And masks. Truely do love masks. And this mask is scrumptous. And your thoughts and the way your wind it all together and it makes so much wonderful sense. Thanks!


Yes...and all those people with secret identities use the bathroom like real people too.....Such a funny post....Loved it as usual!


I vaguely remember that weird realization that parents are people. Seeing photos of my parents as kids was really weird -- imagining them before ME. How DARE they exist before??? As for the idea of your mom not really being your mom, have you read Coraline by Neil Gaiman? It's got some of that creepiness in it -- and it's currently being made into a stop-motion animated movie like Nightmare Before Christmas, which should be super cool! (Thanks for the link, too, Terri!!)


Oh how your posts make me happy. Every time I ever tried to be cool, I came off as even more of a nerd. I finally gave up. lol


I love the way you solved your nightmare - realising that your mother had to play her role! Brilliant.

If you ever do any SoulCollage you'll have a chance to make some pictures of all those other secret identities - you know the ones you aren't telling us about.

Well written as usual Tinker!


Can't remember the Bill Cosby show, but Robert Culp was the other guy in it. Oh, well.

I do remember kids who decided they were adopted and that worried them.

And as a teacher I always got a kick out of kids seeing me away from school and looking so perplexed...so though they didn't know I had to buy food, go to church, eat out, etc.

Great post, Tink!

Alison Whittington

Tinker, if I were starting out with Neil Gaiman's books, I would read Stardust and Neverwhere first. Oh, how I sometimes wish I could read them for the first time over again. I believe Stardust actually started its life as a graphic novel, but it's also in long prose form and that's what I read.

Those two are the more wondrous, magical, fairy-talish of his books. Good Omens, which he wrote with Terry Pratchett, is one of the funniest books I have ever read, but I wouldn't start with it. And his later novels are grittier. Still magical, but a grittier and sometimes more gruesome kind of magic.

Paris Parfait

Terri, I love, love, love this post! So clever, wise and funny. I especially love the idea of the mom saying that about skating around while doing housework and telling the kids they had no idea what she got up to while they were gone - and them starting to think about it. You should make this into a children's/adolescent story! xo


I loved every bit of this writing - though I'm a few days slow in reading it. I'm always so delighted by your cleverness and also the deep insight you share with us.
Yesterday, I revealed my blog to some in person friends - then I went to a meeting where those that had already read my blog - they seemed to extend more warmth and tenderness toward me. It was as if they'd seen me in a different way - so it's been especially fun to read this post this morning. Thanks for the stories!


Hello, sweet Tinker! I'm here to CATCH UP! (Sorry I've been so remiss...work has been wearing me out.) "I Spy!" :) This is such a great post! And it reminded me that as kids (I went to a tiny Catholic school for 1st through 8th grades) that we were CONVINCED that the nuns were bald under their veils. It was the 60's, when they were all still wearing full habits and the only parts of their bodies that were exposed were their faces. Hair was hard enough to imagine...but taking a bath?! Or using the bathroom?! Incomprehensible! (For that matter, did they even EAT?!) :)

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