When I was growing up I had those little diaries with the locks on them, so that no one could read my journal. Then, when I was a teenager I journaled in regular notebooks, and I remember being absolutely devastated when my mother informed me she’d found my journal and read it. There were things in that journal that no one else should ever had read. It was never my intention to share my journals with anyone. The next time the issue of journal sharing came up, my new husband wanted to read my … [Read more...]