Vanessa Raine's Dear Diary

Dear Fitz Who was he, my sweet, generous, intriguing man? He was warm and friendly, and somehow lost and sad. For some reason he was intrigued by me. Plain me.  I was 19 and knew nothing of the world. He was older and had been married once, divor

Dear world here I am. I am giving in the words of Walt Whitman my barbaric yawp from the rooftops of the world.  I am trying to live again really.  I am in mourning. I have been for 25 years.  It seems like an eternity since and also like yesterday.