I spent Sunday poolside with a book. The sun was warm and the pool water was crisp. Abruptly, I gathered my things and left the pool....
Have you ever found an old shoebox filled with cringe-worthy memories? Here's mine.
At eight years old I noticed not everyone lived the same way and wanted to make a difference in the lives of those less fortunate. Reading that last entry Dear Diary: I live in Walden, made me happily pause to re-read what I had wrote 20 years ago. This Dear Dairy experiment started in hopes to … Continue reading Dear Diary: I love that funny guy
The first big move has happened. I no longer attend Wolcott Street School in Le Roy, New York. Corn fields do not elongate my backyard or catch my model rockets durning the summer. We livin' in the big city now. [insert car brakes screeching, records skipping or nails on a chalk board] Walden wasn't big city living, it … Continue reading Dear Diary: I Live in Walden
Quick recap: I am magic and my family is possibly magic, too. The verdict is still out on Pops but I'm convinced his love is magic. Read on to find out how you can learn if your family is magic, too ...
Last week you learned about my families' bat stories. This week features a tad bit of magic! Check out the new post in the Dear Diary series on RamblinRandol.com. You'll be glad you did ...
#DearDiarySeries on RamblinRandol.com | New post from November 1997. Will bus crush Neil FINALLY rejoin the pages? Check in to find out more.
What else could possibly be revealed in this week's dose of preteen nostalgia? Check out the new post on RamblinRandol.com to find out. #DearDiarySeries
A swift and painful death. August was a slow month, but there's no shortage with hidden gems. Check out this week's dose of preteen nostalgia on the Dear Diary series featured on RamblinRandol.com.
Tooth fairies and figuring out pet names before I ever had any. Oh, the life of an 8-year-old. New post in the Dear Diary series on RamblinRandol.com. Check in to get your weekly fill of unfiltered fun.