Diary 6 / 18-years-old / Reading, Ohio
It’s a month before I begin my freshman year at Duke, and along with all the fear and uncertainty of starting a new life, there is the fear that my home seems to be falling apart. My parents have been in a really nasty place. I take refuge outside in our backyard, until I feel brave enough to talk to my dad and ask the tough questions: if he (and their marriage) will be okay…
Diary 20 / 34-years-old / Reading, Ohio
I go home to clean out my childhood bedroom before my parents move. I come face-to-face with all the lives and expectations I’d had for myself through various ages, and toss most of it away. But I bring back a sticky note with a Billy Joel lyric that had been on my dresser since my early teens (as well as a prom dress….)
I also brought back all of my childhood diaries to New York–making it the first time they’d ever all lived in one location, and birthing the idea that I should do something with them…
Diary 12 / 24-years-old / Reading, Ohio
While visiting my family, I experience my grandmother’s strength and grief as one of her sisters dies, and go to my mother’s therapy appointment. I learn about hurts, and family secrets, and admire the women in my life.
Also, my grandmother being the Sexiest Woman Alive circa… no idea.
Diary 16/ 27-years-old / New York City
I learn about Giovanni’s ongoing affair by breaking into his email. There’s not really a good-person vs bad-person element… breaking into his email was pretty awful of me; but this definitely set off a whole chain of events that would stay with us for years. And come back hard in 2010 with the cervical pre-cancer. It was also an event that made me realize we’re not predisposed to certain reactions. I kept waiting for the urge to throw his clothes out of the apartment (TV makes it seem fun), but my real experience was one I never could have guessed at. If ever there’s been a time to say “There’s More to the Story…”