Dear Diary: I was a 10-year-old dork!

by Jules Torti

This neon-lit 1985 time capsule is a little cream soda for the pandemic-rattled mind. If you press this book (or maybe kindle) to your left ear you can actually hear Cyndi Lauper. This pandemic passion project was simply a sweet splurge for purely selfish nostalgic reasons. These dorky and innocent carefree days make me want to sharpen all my Crayolas until the small balloon of a blister develops. I want to eat Ketchup chips until my fingers are stained red. I want to build a fort and be thrilled that I accomplished so much in a day. I hope this profound diary inspires you to take a walk down your own memory lane. Or, maybe an off-ramp detour to your mind’s favourite hallowed place in time? Wherever you find that calorie-free, Elysian, halcyon period in your life, go there. Revisit the era of lunch-hour gymnasium dances. Reading with flashlights under the bunk bed covers. Making homemade slip n' slides. Kentucky Fried Chicken. Parachute pants. Sigh.

70 pages, Kindle Edition

Published April 10, 2020