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MY MOTHER, MY DIARY
By Morna McHargue
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When I was 16 my mother read intimate parts of my diary aloud at the supper table. She found it in my secret hiding place -- in the ceiling of the bedroom I shared with my sister. I was devastated, not only from having my most private thoughts aired over the Chef Boy-Ar-Dee spaghetti, but from discovering that my "perfect" hiding place was not so perfect after all. Previously, she had found my diary hidden under my mattress, and before that wedged behind the water heater. She had even broken the lock on it. What perverse motive had compelled her to give me the diary in the first place?

As she read from its pages, my mother took out a pack of Salems -- the forbidden cigarettes that had cost a good portion of my lunch money for the week and had been hidden in the ceiling with my diary. She lit one up and pulled the smoke in with a sneer, staring at me with cold and narrowed eyes. She was no Lauren Bacall.

I never wrote in my diary again, but placed it in the fire that Saturday when I burned the weekly trash. My smoking, on the other hand, increased.
SALON | June 10, 1998

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