Valerie Mangion         

August 12, 1980, Tuesday Yesterday this old man — a white guy with white hair and three teeth (each about 1 1/2” long) got on the bus I...

(I moved from the city back home with my mother in a Chicago suburb soon after my father died. I lived with her for almost a year. I was...

(This volume covers part of my second year of graduate school and the summer after. I spent much of that summer back in Seattle, helping...

Wednesday, March 7, 2001 This morning we drove to Rockbridge to buy more sawdust and shavings at the sawmill. As soon as we pulled away...

Friday, New Year’s Eve, 1999 I’m supposed to be amazingly reflective on the eve of the new millennium. I’m too busy cleaning up manure,...

October 1, 2002 Part of my mad stint of socializing included lunch with Dawn Kiefer, “my” reporter from the Richland Observer. Her e-mail...

September 19, 2001 I told her how suicidal I’d been during August. I told another friend when I talked to her earlier in the evening. I’m...

Thursday, July 9, 2009 Monday evening Cheryl brought a frame over for a cement marker for Shawn’s grave. She’s taking advantage of our...

July 5, 2012 Sunday morning we walked Sylvie. There was a beautiful bunny munching grass near the foot of the driveway. “Hi, Bunny!” I...

July 17, 1980 When I love him the most is when I’m the coldest and aloof-est (sometimes). Or else it’s times like last night, after the...

(One more passage from my current journal) March 9, 2017 Dewey has been caked with mud for the past few days. The mud layer finally dried...

Thursday, November 5, 1998 Ellis is losing it. The financial pressure he's under is making him weird and mean. He picked a fight today,...

(I spent a lot of time in the spring and summer of 2000 looking for a companion horse for my horse, Rabbit.) Sunday, July 9, 2000 Jeanne...

Wednesday, February 17, 1982 Last night I oil painted. There is no art form which compares to oil painting - it is so mysterious, subtle,...

(This entry was written three days after my second horse, Dewey, was delivered. I got him because my first horse, Rabbit, a yearling,...

(Writing stoned produced a lot of "sics" - so this "sic" applies to all incorrect spellings, bad grammar and punctuation and bizarre word...

(Today is my birthday, so it's fitting that I opened to a passage about my mother.) April 9, 1999 I'm so angry with my mother. She's such...

(This is weird - I just went to my shelves full of journals, kind of guessed which area this volume might reside in - and pulled it on...

I have been keeping journals since I was seventeen. Currently I am on Volume 131. I have always harbored the idea that I would one day,...