We here at Dooce headquarters decided late last week that things around here needed to change, that perhaps a new look and a more focused eye to the future would be good for everyone. After several design review meetings equipped with floor-to-ceiling white boards and freshly copied visio documents, we managed to push this iteration through the required channels of approval. Our bandwidth choked, our plates piled with high-level cycles, we moved forward ever careful not to reinvent the wheel.

You see, late last week one of the more technically-inclined members of my family found my website, serendipitously enough just after I posted an anti-Mormon diatribe Friday afternoon. They are devastated, and I’ve come to understand, rightfully so. I think that both my family and I have been living in a dream world when it comes to sharing who I am and what I believe. They raised me with the best of intentions, with so much love and protection, and wanted me to live certain principles. However, over recent years I have abandoned all of the religious teachings they tried to instill in me as their youngest daughter and sister. Obviously enough, this does not bring them much joy.

I want to publicly apologize to my family for shocking them and for hurting them. I should have shared with them who I really am, openly and unabashedly. I love them dearly and only meant to celebrate our idiosyncrasies as a family., however, will continue to offer up the best in expletive-laden religious and social frustration. This is who I am, just now I will leave my family out of it.