Diaries have come a long way since Aunt Margaret gave me one in third-grade. It came with a key so that I could keep my writing private. At first, I hesitated to write in it for fear of spoiling the pristine pages, but twelve months later each page was a reservoir of thoughts, ideas, a chronicle of daily activities, and wonderings. It was the first time that I recall writing for the sheer pleasure of it.
Keeping that diary was the seed of the satisfaction and fulfillment that I feel in writing today. This type of creative, leisure writing is one that I no longer feel the need to keep under lock and key, and I look forward to sharing a selection of stories, musings, and ideas in this on-line diary. Thank you, Aunt Margaret, for encouraging me to write. This blog is dedicated to you.