Diary 2 / 14-years-old / Ohio
It’s the first time I encounter death at an age when I understand it. I’m upset that a family cat was put to sleep, and I’m blaming my parents. Her name was Noel, and since Christmas is right around the corner, I’m seeing “Noel” written on just about everything. I’m also pretty bummed about being young. Go figure. 🙂
Diary 18 / 29-years-old / NYC
Because my visits to see Giovanni have been so disastrous, I decide I won’t visit him as he works in Budapest. Which means a five-month separation. We’re not good together, we’re not good apart. So he takes a chance.
This beautiful entry deserves to be read in full. Click the image to enlarge.
“Hello my names Alexa. I discovered throwback diary the beginning of September and it made my heart swell up with some form of awe. Here I was thinking I was crazy for being as enthralled with journaling as I am. I heard your stories and you captured so elegantly what I’ve always thought since I began journaling: we’re all the same creatures, we all have the same emotions, and we all need to stop feeling so isolated from one another. I agree that we could all use each other’s experiences and lessons to learn something ourselves. Our world is a community and we should treat each other as such.
Now on to my submission”
This is great: Johnny and I have been “conversing” solely through YouTube comments. And now he’s made the brave step to journal-owner…and to submitter! I love the nod to potential snoopers. 😉 And entries about dreams are the best ones to rediscover years later.
“Hello Caroline…I lack a means of taking a picture of my journal, I have no cell phone camera, or digital camera so I’ll just transcribe it here!
‘Nov. 5 2016
I had a dream the other night after watching a movie. It was about a sweet elderly homeless person named Mimi and her friendships with actors who came to the laundry mat to which she lived. (Queen Mimi, check it out who-might-be-snooping). One of the people she befriended was none other than Zach Galafinakis, who ended up footing the bill for her to live in a comfortable apartment not far from her favorite spot in the world, the laundry mat. In my dream, Zach hears that my cat, who had recently passed was ill and decided to foot the vet care needed to save him. I guess his kind heart sparked it in my brain that night, hoping some one would have come and helped save the day.
Funny thing though, I feel like he would have done it too. Great guy.'”
Diary 20/ 34-years-old / NYC
Just one year ago. I compile a List of Anxieties. This is the only time, in going through my past 25 years of life, that I ever made a list. And what tops it? My singing cat. And my fear of releasing my life into the world through Throwback Diary…
Strange the things I find whilst going back in time… This seems to be a different kind of List of Anxieties: Homework from a therapist I saw briefly in 2007 before meeting Joyce.
Diary 11 / 23-years-old / NYC
November! Down to the last two months…
It’s nearing the end of my first year in New York. While I’m struggling to get some artistic foot-hold, an invitation to a workshop production of “The Studio” from a dear college instructor–and a gorgeous and unexpected encounter with a great artist–teach me about focusing on life, first.
Diary 17 / 27-years-old / NYC
“Messages of infidelity and broken heart seem to bombard me from all directions.” It’s our first time living together after discovering Giovanni’s affair, and we’re having particularly difficult time connecting. Unknown at the time, it’s a bit of calm-before-storm; next up: the HVP/ cervical cancer diagnosis that makes all of our problems raw again.
Watch February 12, 2010: the cancer diagnosis
Diary 18/ 29-years-old / NYC
When I was a kid, my mom taught me how to extract the sweet bit from a honeysuckle flower. I thought she was crazy, but I’ve spent the rest of my life in pursuit of these blooms. This is an entry from a time in my life when I was trying to write memoir (and it shows.) Also, I manage to say “flower guts” and “Hanky Panky” in one entry. Score.