On Journals, Part III: Tales of a Teenage Model

By high school, I had migrated to an online journal. Although it largely served as a platform for my terrible, Sylvia Plath-inspired poetry, my Xanga also recorded the momentous occasions of my life in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Perhaps most memorably, I documented my short-lived career as a teenage model. It began with my twin sister, Laura,… Continue reading On Journals, Part III: Tales of a Teenage Model

On Journals, Part II: The Story of the Stairs

As I grew older, I wrote in my journal sporadically, documenting the most anguished periods of my life. On July 12, 2002, I scrawled in desperate handwriting, “My home is now a monopoly. That means one person or company controls everything.” With this entry, I documented two things: 1) I was eager to demonstrate my… Continue reading On Journals, Part II: The Story of the Stairs

On Journals, Part I: The Great Book Theft

I have never been able to keep a journal. Over the years, I have opened the blank pages of books bound in leather, decorated in faux gold leaf, or patterned in the kind of iridescent paisley marketed at teenage girls with disposable allowances. Each time, I began scribbling on their pages, intent that I would… Continue reading On Journals, Part I: The Great Book Theft