Dear Dairy, 30, Who Am I
Wow, I am back. For now! Hopefully I get to stay for a while. This one is about confusion and the stakes of life. It is about how we treat ourselves and it is about how we treat others.
Dear Diary, 16, Typos
Dang, I love writing. Never know what I have until I put the ink to pen and the pen to the paper. Heart happy accidents.
Dear Diary, 11, And the Crash
Had a metaphorical crash, now it is time to sit and cry for a bit. I’m walking away from it; could have been a lot worse. Remember, always wear a helmet.