Keeping a blog
Do you remember your first journal?
Mine was a diary – received before that word’s emotive connotations invited showers of pre-adolescent derision. I adored it. Thick, small and square, it had a solid metal key lock between the two hard lilac covers, so that it was more jewel box than notebook.
It was a sweet birthday gift for an eight-year-old, affirming my right to self-relationship.
Here, however, your eyes are welcome.