When I was a 15 years old, in late 1979, I started a diary that changed my life. I was a very shy teenager, I had friends, but I was neither popular, nor confident, so I used this medium to vent in good ways and bad ways and it helped me understand myself. Let’s face it, being a teenager is hard. I see it daily with my 12 year old and he’s not even a teenager yet. My diary changed my life for many reasons; being able to release all my feelings without fear of judgement is huge in my view and much safer than the current overexposure of teenagers using Facebook to vent all their feelings. which could have disastrous and confidence-killing consequences, to say the least. What surprises me til this day, however, is how I would write different “sayings” resembling more little poems than quotes per se toRead More →