Some years ago now, by grandfather died leaving me a diary that he had kept as a prisoner of war in 1944. Inside its yellowed pages and between the pencilled lines, I read things that he had never spoken about to anyone.Reading my grandfather's diary affirmed my own belief in writing as a tool for making narrative and meaning from our lives; writing as a process of letting go of negative feelings; and even writing as survival in the most difficult of circumstances.What did you do as a child to express your feelings?A children, many of us naturally create drawings and paintings or scribble little poems and stories in our notebooks or ...
Some years ago now, by grandfather died leaving me a diary that he had kept as a prisoner of war in 1944. Inside its yellowed pages and between the pencilled lines, I read things that he had never spoken about to anyone.Reading my grandfather's diary affirmed my own belief in writing as a tool for making narrative and meaning from our lives; writing as a process of letting go of negative feelings; and even writing as survival in the most difficult of circumstances.What did you do as a child to express your feelings?A children, many of us naturally create drawings and paintings or scribble little poems and stories in our notebooks or ...