When I began my blog, Fragrant Liar, in 2009, I wanted to be part of anonline community thatmight have things in common with me. Though I kept it well under wraps, my entry intomidlife wasrather traumatic, like a temblor that never stopped, a daily reminder that mylife was changing before my eyes, despite my objections. I knew mine were not like the experiencesof any of the women in my family before me, because every generation is different.As a writer, my first and best instincts were