As I dig deeper through my diaries, sometimes memories will jump out at me.
I was so humiliated about being assaulted, I could not even write about it.
I have always been a compulsive list-maker.
As I write this post, my mother is on a respirator in a hospital in El Paso, Texas, with very little chance of recovery. My…
On Monday, February 12, 1979, I reported the following:
It snowed all day today. It…
On Sunday, February 11, 1979, here’s what I was thinking:
Today was a good day. One reason is I…
On Wednesday, February 7, 1979, I wrote in my diary:
Today was a great, fantastic, wonderful…
On Monday, February 5, 1979, I wrote:
What a bad day! On the science quiz I got a 78! And the whole…
On Sunday, February 4, 1979, I wrote:
Today was a mediocre day. CCD [Catholic Sunday…
I have asked myself why I feel a need to go through these old diaries. Maybe I should just shred them and be done with it. It’s so…