Tag: AFS

  • My Teenage Diaries: The Gifts That Keep Giving

    My Teenage Diaries: The Gifts That Keep Giving

    Of late, I’ve been mining my teenage diaries as source material for an essay I’m writing. The collateral joy from this process has been surprising. Because, well, I was an idiot when I was a teenager. I was cruel and bitchy and loving and fun and wishing and wanting and sad and judgmental and snide. Already, […]