Use your powers for good, I say, especially the power of humor. But in 2005 in the privacy of these pages, I didn't care so much about that.

Here’s a thing: when you write and perform your own play there is nowhere to hide. When the criticism comes, you are for whom it's meant.

After graduating from grad school in May 2003, I got to New York that August, and over the course of my first year, I lived in four...

It’s August of 2002, the summer before my third and final year of grad school. I am doing a play –my play, a play I wrote– in a small...

Y’know, when I tell people about this project, they often ask if I have uncovered anything surprising. Anything I’d forgotten about, but...

This book is isolated. It was the summer after my first year in grad school and I spent it with all the other first-years in London...

I just have words that I put to my feelings. I have feelings all the time. I am never not feeling. And that adds up to a lot of words.

I hope the effort has not been too obvious. I've been trying to find a point to it all. Effort slathered on writing is never pretty. Sorry.

Reader, I never win. If I place at all, I come in no better than second place. Red ribbon. B Team.

“B” is fine It’s more than passing. It’s 3.5 stars out of five. It’s a bronze medal! Being B Team was completely acceptable. It was...

Everything documented is dated. And everything dated is at least partially ignorant. It can’t know more than it knows in the present.

23-Me dumped her thoughts on pages. Where else could she put them? She wasn't going to tell you. She wanted you to believe she was fearless

If you had 78 notebooks detailing twenty years of your life, would you preserve them or destroy them?

"Book One is gone. I threw it away sometime between 2011 and 2014. That thick green notebook was taking up space. I opened it up and read...