Wild flowers of Damavand. Photo by Mahnaz Nazmi, Iranian.com, May 10, 2008.I said "I work at the University." She said "I know." I didn't pay much attention and our conversation continued. I said: "I was in Southern California recently and the traffic was awful." She said "I know." I decided I didn't like this "I know" business. So I said "What's your hobby?" She said "I know what your hobby is. You are a blogger. I Googled you and I read your blogs. I loved that story about....." It felt so strange to be having a conversation with someone who knew so much more about me than I knew about her. I became quiet. For the first time I wished I didn't have a blog, so I could be on equal terms with people, safeguarding my privacy. Later, I took my wish back. Though it has had its trying moments, blogging has been one of the best things I have done for myself in my life. I am not a famous blogger, and I don't have many readers, but I am grateful for the ones I have, because most of them come to read me not by accident, but by choice. This past weekend, the total number of visits to my blogs for the past year exceeded 50,000. I suppose that's an important milestone for the scribblings of a very ordinary Iranian woman who decidedly (and doggedly) writes in English to promote a message and to accomplish a goal. I may have lost some of my privacy in the process of owning a blog, but I have also experienced so much joy in being able to reach a group of intelligent and beautiful people. Thank you for 50,000 hits of friendship and joy.