One crazy month of writing is over, and another one starts. Thank you for visiting me through the month of October and reading my #write31days challenge, 31 Days of Dear Diary. It has been revealing to say the least. I’m still trying not to be embarrassed by some of the diary entries I posted! I […]
Dear Diary, I’m at Starbucks Thinking About My Blog
-Transcript- July 26, 2013 I’m sitting here at Starbucks, thinking about my blog. I have had that blog for years. Probably over 10 years, and though I started blogging to just write, I’ve been wanting a blog that makes me money, but more so, influences lives. I’m ready to take it to the next level, […]
Dear Diary, I’m Stuck
-Transcript- March 17, 2006 Friday I talked w/ my friend on the cell last night. It was cool. I think he is growing up. But our talk made me realize that there’s a lot more to do, but we’re growing older fast. Thinking about the future throws me so off-balance. I shouldn’t do it, but it’s […]
Dear Diary, I Know It’s Not Good For Me
-Transcript- 7/17/97 Dear Diary, My cousins are here sleeping over. Our goal is to stay up late. Bad for our health, yeah. So far, we are staying up late until everyone’s asleep. Wait. Very discourageble. We’re getting sleepy. We want to stay up late but we’re sleepy. Oh, boy! I just yawned. My eyes are […]
Dear Diary, Dear God
“You can tell God anything,” said Rowena. I didn’t believe her. It was a sunny day in the park with the Children’s Ministry, and Rowena was one of my Sunday school teachers. I didn’t think she was serious. God couldn’t possibly be interested in just anything I say, could He? I found this: Diary entry from […]
New Things by Faith
I know I’ve been oh so quiet since the past couple of weeks. I must admit, that’s me, pondering thoughts to death. Except for this time. I prefer to think I pondered them to life! Because tomorrow is this blog’s 1st year anniversary, and I’ve been working on some new things. 1. I updated my About […]
A Hard Week to be a Writer
Words have the ability to hurt us or uplift us, and this week felt like being shot down with an arrow. Every hope, every dream, and every step forward suddenly felt unfounded, ridiculous, and unworthy of being pursued. It has taken me a long time to call myself a writer. Still, every, “What do you […]