Old pages

Am going through some old pages… every once in a while, I find something worth keeping.  Some journals are faithfully entered into many times a week… others go years with not a single note.  Most years, the jottings are scattered among three, four, five journals.  I want to collect them, select pieces, and burn the rest.

This was about four weeks after my mother died; two days before C’s second birthday; five days before D’s birth.