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Why I Put Limits on My Children’s Right to Privacy

“Dear Diary, Mama made me cry this morning by daring to brush my hair and because I, yet again, didn’t put my lunch box in the kitchen. I got a new bike with gears, but shhh, don’t tell anyone, all I really care about is the bell. I might grow up to be in the Olympics for ice skating. Or maybe for hula hooping. That’s…

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