Aliya S. King

I’m fascinated at the search terms that bring folks to my blog.

It’s an intimate look into the minds of my readers. (Assuming they actually stick around and check me out after clicking through…)

It feels a bit voyeuristic, to see an exact web search, mispellings and all. Occasionally, it creeps me out. I’ve seen stuff like my name and the word “husband” linked in a search. What’s that about? I’ve seen “Tog” and “TG” in searches. (Ha. That’s funny.) I’ll see the occasional search for Donyale Luna or “Rick Ross’s babymamma.”

But mostly, I just see my name. Since my web address has all that annoying middle initial stuff, and the whole .wordpress suffix , folks have to search to find my blog.

(Sidebar: you can now find me at plain old aliyasking.com. Yeah!)

For the past few weeks, one term has brought hundreds of folks to my site. More than my own name.  Wanna guess? I’ll give you a hint:

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I had to get my tax returns done early this year, back in February. Farc completed my return for me. And as always, he sent them to me via email in a password-protected PDF file.

For three months, my taxes have been done. Waiting. Sitting in my Inbox.

So why, why, WHY, on April 15th at 11:00PM, was I speeding down Route 280, trying to make it to the post office by midnight?

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