I have never kept a diary for longer than a few months, though I have made several well-intentioned attempts. The first journal I can remember writing in was a neon pink, plastic-bound notebook with an elaborate latch that only opened and closed to the sound of my voice. It was a Fisher-Price toy for young girls, and I filled its pages with the prosaic …
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