From the Journal of KMR



The original Karen Street in Bellmore where I grew up - legend has it, the parents ran out of names.

 Journal entry day will be my day off day from writing and instead I will dig into the 15 or more journals that are dust and doodle drawing covered (yes, "I love Michael Jackson" is actually on some of them) sitting in a box of that hasn't been touched in the 11 years since they moved with me to my first home. They lived in drawers in a dorm, under a bed in a room shared by 3 sisters and safely next to a baby girl's crib. I have journals packed with ideas, dreams, frustrations and oh yea, first experiences. I used to think those tired and worn journals would make really great kindling on a cold winter's night, but what a waste that would be. Instead I'd rather share some of the best entries with you.