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27 May, 1998

Eighteen years ago today, my nineteen-year-old self wrote a “public journal” entry she clearly meant to be her last.

While I don’t like posting more than once daily now, this particular entry made me smile. It’s worth posting now, even if it is my second post today.

Exhibitionistic? I’ve heard that many times since! Touching? I’ve heard that many times since, too, such that I’m very, very glad the below was not indeed my final blog.

may 27 1998 entry



  1. May 28, 2016 at 12:26 am

    I am glad that you continued too. More glad than I have the words to say.
    This big scary world of ours became smaller, safer and more supportive when I found my way to the blogosphere.

    • May 28, 2016 at 6:04 am

      Likewise! The last couple of years, it’s been especially important to me. In this world of constant change, I wonder how blogging will be transformed; one thing I don’t think will be (and hope won’t be!) transformed is the sense of community.

  2. May 28, 2016 at 3:42 am

    I’ve been writing since I was old enough to know all my letters. Some of us are just born to write, and nothing can stop us from doing so. You’re definitely a born writer. I’m really glad you kept blogging!

    • May 28, 2016 at 6:07 am

      I always think of my writing beginning when my best friend got me a journal in elementary school, but that’s not right. My younger sister and I would write stories and poems and sell those writings at our yard sales every year around the County Fair. That was a big part of how we earned our own passage.

      A neighbor actually bought one of those books to give it to us years later. It was a treat to revisit it. If only we’d managed to keep it!

  3. May 28, 2016 at 3:55 am

    I find it so fascinating that you have been at this for so long!

    • May 28, 2016 at 6:12 am

      Your comment made me pause and reflect on how that came to be. My freshman year of high school, a university student wanted to look into how high school students would use this new “internet” thing. Since the alternative was hanging out in Duffy’s class, I was all in.

      The school loaned me a computer and a really old, really crappy modem, much to my mom’s chagrin. When I went to return it later, I was told they didn’t need it. That crappy monochrome computer and super slow modem felt like it was opening the world to me, even when I was only calling locally, and the thing is … it really was. 🙂

  4. May 28, 2016 at 6:05 am

    It’s incredible looking back at your writing and I’m sure you can learn from it! I found an old poem I wrote as a young 19 year old and decided to rework it as a middle aged adult. Isn’t it amazing how much we grow from life experiences and it affects our writing!

    • May 28, 2016 at 6:17 am

      It is such a treat to see how my way of configuring words has changed over time, and also how they haven’t, really, no matter how much my life has. 🙂

  5. June 2, 2016 at 4:16 pm

    Why am I not surprised that the pen pal who felt your writing was too “exhibitionistic” was a he? The instinct to label women — even women who are our friends! — as too emotional, too unreserved, too much of a muchness, runs terribly deep doesn’t it. Sigh.

    I, for one, am beyond ecstatic that you have continued writing, writing publically, and exhibiting whatever you wanted or needed to!

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