Dear Diary

I have started to write and then thrown away too many blog posts this week.  I am feeling unable to generate anything of quality.  So I have decided to share with you an idea that I have been kicking around.  A while ago I dug out my old diaries and gave them a read.  They were full of ridiculousness that was begging to be shared publicly. When I wrote these entries, over twenty years ago, every word was serious and a precious secret. 

Join the Conversation: November Edition

When you were 18, what did you imagine your future would look like? How close does your life today come to that vision?

Fear.  Certainty. Uncertainty. Excitement.  Expectations.  Assumptions.  This is us at 18.  We took certain things for granted, not knowing how to get there.  We feared a lot of things that we would survive.  We wanted to be grown up without having a clear idea of what that meant.

At Eighteen.

{A new series here at Mother Sugar, called The Salon: What You Know For Sure, inspired this post.  As I began drafting my contribution to the collection of comments (and commenters vying for some of Bitter en Zoet’s magical chocolate), …

Join The Conversation, Get Inspired, & Win Mother Sugar’s First Giveaway

To connect. That was our goal when we started Mother Sugar eight months ago. We wanted to share thoughts about the lives we were living, we wanted to try and express them poignantly. And we wanted to learn from one …

Back to School

When I was eighteen, and in University for the first time, I vividly remember slouching in the back of a lecture hall, perching my Doc Marten boots on the back of the seat in front of me, staring at the “mature students” sitting at the front of the class, and thinking, “What losers. That will never be me”. What I can’t get over now is not only how sure I was, but also how clearly wrong I was.