JOURNALS OF JO

I like faerie tales. What girl doesn’t? We grow up believing in faerie tales, don’t we? Our mothers teach and tell us about the Princess...

I didn’t always, if I ever really thought about it, liked the idea of sex, when I was younger. I was afraid of it. It was a bad thing. I...

I keep telling myself, it gets better. Hang in there. Stay with it. Keep doing what you're supposed to be doin'. So I do. Self...

For me it's knowing that I'm not getting out the bed because it's morning, or I gotta go to work or becuse the alarm dictates it's time...

The youngest kids always had the warmest baths. And it was always youngest to the oldest. We went in groups of three for the “Little kids

There was a time when I could wake up in the morning. Jump out of the bed and hit the ground running at the speed of love. I was...

I know what you want. I know what you're expecting right now. I know what you're thinking. You think that after all the decades of...

Once upon a time when I was naïve. I believed in fairytales. I believed there were monsters under my bed. I believed if you rubbed two...

I keep putting off writing this letter to you because it’s not something I want o do. Because it seems so final. Even though, now as I...

When I think about my skin, my hair, my feet, my nails, the curve of my hips, My curly toe, the twitch in my eye, the many times I looked...