Dear Diary

Chris and I sit in an Ottawa bar and read her old diary from 1976. At first with theatrical angst, but then more thoughtfully. Here we are nearly fifty years later, older but immutable pals. I love that we’re here together, and that she had the foresight to bring a pen so that we could add a postscript to the story. I scratch out a paragraph alongside that girlie writing of hers. For a laugh, we write like we’re thirteen, leaning heavily into our words so that they press through the page, ghost writing our message onto the next day.

Inspired by He’s A Maniac. Photo of Christine’s Diary by Laurie.