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What is keeping a journal but a need to talk with myself and make sense of things? As I sit here trying to figure out what to do with myself...

I have talked a lot recently about journal keeping, but I've never actually shared anything from my journal in this blog. What's th...

Looking through an old journal recently, I was elated to find a photo of my Aunt Stella's bedroom pasted into one of its pages. It was w...

 As evident in recent posts , I've become slightly obsessed with journals, mostly because I don't know what to do with my old journa...

A tiny sketch of San Miguel de Allende, which I drew while living there. As I quickly scanned through some of my old journals in preparat...

I wanted to write a post about the value of writing on paper—how it is preserved no matter the software system or hardware storage mechan...

A short article in this month's Smithsonian magazine has inspired me to look at blogging (and also, perhaps, journal keeping) in a new...

I usually write more when I am alone. That's when I need it more. I crave some kind of a dialogue, no matter what circumstance I am in. ...

After I published my Popularity post (in which I lamented that stupid videos on YouTube can claim a million viewers in a matter of days whi...

Do you ever sneak onto Facebook, guilty that the tiny amount of time you linger there might have been better spent composing haikus or writi...