For as long as I can remember, my mother kept a journal. There are boxes filled with her accounts of daily events and things that she wanted to remember in her beautifully written cursive script. My mom’s journals were meant to be shared, we were all welcome to read everything she wrote in them. Unlike my mom, I don’t do well at keeping a journal.
In many ways, my blog and my Instagram account are my form of journaling, my
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