There’s something strange about ending a journal.
Are the pages of your journals festooned with book titles? Mine are.
Today, we appropriate the norms of Buzzfeed to learn more about ourselves as journalers and humans.
Mary and Frances reveal the secrets of the diary-writing universe.
She sings opera, bakes cookies, and owns more than half a dozen journals. What more could we ask for?
Abbie has a collection of uni-ball roller pens and the coolest bangs south of the Mason-Dixon Line.
Introducing Tango, a shining star in the galaxy of Straddler-Journalers!
In which we discuss the integral role of ice cream in fighting the patriarchy.
Some of my favorite places to people watch include the grocery store, where I am fascinated by the contents of people’s carts, and the airport, where I have been known to spend layovers wondering where that man in the three-piece suit is going and what possessed him to wear a vest in the middle of July.
A picture is worth a thousand words, but the pictures themselves are pretty nice, too.
“I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.”
This may or may not be located on the street where you live, one of my all-time favorite songs in the grand tradition of musical theater.
By which I mean I am tapping this into an iPhone note on a bus jostling through the English countryside.
Would this be an appropriate time to mention that I’ve never watched the show?
Traveling alone during my semester abroad, my Moleskine was my only companion in a series of hostels of varying quality.
If I show you mine, would you show me yours?
It is time, my dear queer diarists, to abandon your dim, carpeted hidey-holes and venture out onto the verdant carpet of Mother Nature!
For those times you simply can’t journal on an empty stomach.
Scrapbooking is for you and me!
When you’re happy/sad/grumpy/giggly/annoyed and you know it, write in your journal!