Random.... in Secrets from myself

I just transcribed three of my old newspaper columns - chosen by random dates by someone who is not me.

As I was going through one of spiral notebooks that contain my old columns, I came across a loose sheet of paper. It's a light weight piece of typing paper folded in half. It has my handwriting on all four of it pages. Across the top it says Summer of 1972. That is a long time ago.

I think I found the sheet of paper in an encyclopedia volume years and years ago. I stuck it in a random spiral notebook and tonight I found it again.

It's raw. And unhappy. I was 26 and I had two kids - ages two and five. I was incredibly unhappy. I use the word 'hate' a lot.

My life got better. It changed and I got more of what I wanted. But I still know the person who wrote this. I'm still her. Still here.