| In 1974 I started keeping a journal. I continued for a lot of years, pretty much until I got married, and still jot things down now and then. Every once in a while I look over the old notebooks, and it's pretty amazing. Sometimes I can't believe I was so stupid, and sometimes I wish I could go back to that time. I'm really glad now that I wrote all that stuff down (well, not the stupid things, but...), because I would have forgotten so much of it. And I guess it's pretty self-indulgent, but I'd like to share some of my memories with my friends and family - maybe you'll see yourselves and relive some pleasant times as well. Click on the link below that you want to see. |
| This is what poet Edna St. Vincent Millay said about her journal: This book when I am dead will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say She really used to think that way. I do not write it to survive My mortal self but being alive And full of curious thoughts today It pleases me somehow to say This book when I am dead will be A little faint perfume of me. |
| Once upon a time.... |