When Christmas morning arrived and there were two shiny new pairs of ice skates under the tree—one for me and one for my big sister, Carrie—I was in heaven. I tied the laces together, carried them on my shoulder, and waited for the temperature to drop. I sang, “Please don’t let this feeling end, it’s everything I am, everything I want to be…” over and over again until my sister finally told me to give it a rest and poked me with the spit-sharpened end of a Jolly Rancher stick.

Dear Diary, After I had my fourth baby in 2002, my OB/GYN looked at me and said, “Katrina, you should not have

Dear Diary, Since coming out, I have downsized my physical life in numerous ways. From a 5-bedroom house with a full basement

Dear Diary, Remember when I said I got an essay rejection on the first full business day of 2024? On January 5,