Yesterday while visiting my parents, my mom and I started going through some things in my closet. I have a lot of crap still in my old bedroom, just waiting to be sorted through, tossed, donated, or moved to our new house. I brought home a backseat-full of stuff with me. In that pile, are two diaries I kept from the end of elementary school to the beginning of high school. Diaries. Bob was eying… Keep reading…Dear Diary…