"All diary writers write for a secret audience. They yearn for someone to pick up the stories of their lives, and read all their secrets."
I'm a silent screen actress who hit the skids once talkies came in and eventually became dog food when my pet doggie went berserk and attacked me.
No, wait. That's Marie Dressler. Sorry.
I tend to write my personal journal as a series of stories, with photos that have been modified to look like pictures. It’s stylized, I know, and not everyone’s thing. But, it’s something I’ve done pretty much all my life (the story part, at least). At first, when I was a kid, I would focus on the people in my life rather than first-person events, but that was a long time ago. I like to use my personal journal as a way to relay what's going on in my life, but to do it as an exercise in writing. It something I've one for almost thirty years, now.
I have a big old hodgepodge of an extended, very loving family, consisting of my partner (a.k.a. the Corbster), my ex-wife (a.k.a. Josie), and my three kids. We all get along really well together, and I wouldn't change a single facet of my life for anything in the world. Not even my hairline.
I reject fear and all that it means. I embrace laughter and lightness and living in the warmth of the sun. With all the years I have left, I commit to brushing away the shadows For as long as the good Lord allows me.
My wants are simple A cozy room to write in A shining view from my window A place to swim during summer Laughter and games A good story to tell A companion to tell my life story with
Lord, grant me the strength to see this destiny through Give me the clarity of vision to make it happen Give me a chance or two to take advantage of And above all, keep the fears at bay, keep the fears away Make regret a thing of the past.
There was a night, years ago. A perfect night. I was eighteen years old, sitting in my friend Joyce's bedroom with the lights out. We were watching the stars in the sky. Hunting for shooting ones, we were. And Fleetwood Mac was playing. "Never Forget Tonight."
And I never have, and never will, because I knew that for that instant, that instant alone, I was in peace, comfortable in my skin, content to let the world fall away. And I held out my hand, and a star slipped through the window and I held its warmth close to my side, and as I felt the sweet kiss of contentment, I thought, "So this is the best of what the world can offer."
"The only thing I regret about my past is the length of it. If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner." --Tallulah Bankhead
"Has anyone seen a dog dyed dark green?" The B-52s
"He was not the Model Boy of the village. He knew the model boy very well though--and loathed him." Mark Twain