When I was a young teenager, I kept a diary. The entries were of no great moment, but they were important to me, and I loved to write. I was inspired by Anne Frank, and her entries to her “Dear Kitty.”
But over the years, as I grew and got busier, the entries in my diary—it had eventually evolved into the more sophisticated “journal”—were sporadic. I made sure our daughters wrote, since I was home-schooling them, but I thought I was too busy.
Within the last three years, though, my journal took a turn. I started a “spiritual diary.” It began, somewhat like Anne Frank’s diary, under the duress of what were difficult times for me. I’d just lost my job, as had many others. On top of that was a sense of betrayal about how the job loss had come about. I felt devastated.
