This week's blog prompt is "Is there anything about you only your family understands?" That makes for a short post, because the answer is "No, there's nothing about me only my family understands."
To the contrary, there's much about me my family doesn't understand. Some of them accept my strangeness anyway: "That's just Karen. She's ... unique."
So, the title to his blog replicates the title of a book I read when I was a child: The Search for Delicious. The crux of the hero's quest is that everyone know what delicious is, but defining it remains problematic. Everyone has a different interpretation of "delicious."
I use that title to allude to our differences in defining and understanding and to suggest that acceptance sometimes means more than understanding. My family doesn't have to understand me; I just want them to accept me.
3/22/2019 09:44:50 am
I couldn't think of a thing on this either. great post
3/22/2019 10:54:07 am
Yeah, understanding is nice when it comes, ditto acceptance. I'm lucky in that my family at least accept my eccentricities, even if they don't quite get it. My daughter is tickled that her mom writes steamy romance, even if she doesn't want to read the sexy bits.
3/22/2019 11:02:08 am
I have two or three cousins who read my books, but no one in my immediate family. They're embarrassed by what I write.
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