Hello again, lovely 90s music fans! If you read Volume 1 of my coming-of-age playlist and thought to yourself, “But, hey… what about so-and-so?”, take a look below and see if your special band/artist is there after all. As stated in my previous post, there is still no Nirvana (although if there were, it would…
Category: From the Pages of Mini-Di
From the Pages of Mini-Di: The Scents of Autumn
It’s Day 17 – IN A ROW! Are you sick of me yet?? Anyway. When I was younger, I figured I could write poetry. Sometimes I wrote things that rhymed, but most of it was free verse. I considered it poetry if I used words that sounded poetic to me, on what I considered poetic…
From the Pages of Mini-Di: First Work of Fiction, Part 2
If you liked Rainy Day Cindy, Part 1, I hope you’re ready! She’s about to take life to a whole new level. In case you’re wondering, I was never bedridden due to a cold as a child. Also, I did not spell as well as this. There are many more spelling mistakes in the rough…
From the Pages of Mini-Di: First Work of Fiction
And here she is, folks. My first protagonist, created and lovingly illustrated when I was six – twenty-seven years ago. (The rough draft is dated Nov. ’84.) Big thanks to my dad, for saving these pages for all this time, and then scanning them for me with such care. I give you… Rainy Day…
From the Pages of Mini-Di: My Birthday!
Written on this day, 25 years ago. (How about that. I’ve been journalling for a quarter-century!) May 11 ’85 I loved my birthday! I got a “my little pony Bow tie”! I also got this diary! I got paper and art Kit! The favors were lovely! Necklaces were from Ben. And 35c! I also got…
From the Pages of Mini-Di, Earth Day Edition
I know this might be overload on the Mini-Di… but this one has to be today, since it’s Earth Day. Here’s what Dilovely journaled in honour or Earth Day, 1990 (age 11, almost 12): When I got home I told N [my best childhood friend – about the idea to go litter-picking]. She thought it…
From the Pages of Mini-Di: Homeschooling Haiku
Okay, since I’m perusing, here is another taste of the writings of a smaller, less abashed, more exuberant Dilovely. Apparently in the Homeschooling days of early spring of 1986 (I was 7), I was taught about Haiku, poems of three lines with syllables numbering 5, 7, and 5. In a tiny spiral-bound notebook (white cover…
From the Pages of Mini-Di: “Minimal Attributes for Guys”
As I think I’ve mentioned, I used to be a prolific diary-writer. I had journals in all sizes, mostly supplied by my dad, and wrote oodles about everything, from the very shallow to the almost-philosophical. Sometimes I look through these volumes (29 and counting, plus supplementary quasi-journals) and am amazed/embarrassed/taken aback/reduced to tears of laughter…