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The Locked Diary #18: Everything is Heavy
Also: my guardian angel smokes Virginia Slims.
THE LOCKED DIARY #17: The Beginning Of The End
A crucial update. (To read this chapter—keep scrolling. If you prefer to listen to me read it aloud, click on the video below:) It's been...
The Locked Diary #16: Writing Myself Into The Wrong Scene
A different kind of writer's strike...
The Locked Diary #15: We All Have Issues (Especially Me. Right Now. At This Party)
Especially me. Right now. At this party.
THE LOCKED DIARY #14: The Year Of Magical Sinking
You will choose self-preservation.
THE LOCKED DIARY #13: THE SQUID INK PASTA HOUSE IN THE MOUNTAINS
And other things we lose in the fire.
The Locked Diary Birthday Reflections: LA Has An Interesting Way...
She'll turn the glitter into litter and your dreams into pyramid schemes. When I turned twenty-one I lived in a glass house in Beachwood...
The Locked Diary #12: It's Always Rat Pride In Williamsburg
Don't be afraid. There are NO images of rats in this essay. *TO LISTEN TO THIS ESSAY CLICK THE VIDEO BELOW, NARRATED BY THE AUTHOR....
The Locked Diary #11: Don't Blow Up Your Life For Her. Not Yet.
You need to have a MAJOR life epiphany, first.
The Locked Diary #10: When Things Don't Go According To Plan
Ride the waves of change or get swallowed whole. (FREE FOR A LIMITED TIME). I could get into all the reasons as to *why* I decided to...
The Locked Diary #9: It's In My Blood
It doesn't matter how you get there. So long as you *get there.*
The Locked Diary #7: Bitch, Don't Steal My Controlled Substances
I carry enough baseless generational guilt around with me. I traipse over to the woman in charge. I love a bitch at the helm. I secretly...
I'll Hold Your Hand Through This Nightmare
I'll hold your hand through this nightmare.
The Locked Diary #6: REHAB WASN'T EVEN GLAM
The cab ride from South Williamsburg to bumblefuck New Jersey takes over two hours and is even more expensive than I'd initially feared. It'
The Locked Diary #5: SUMMER WAS COMING TO AN END
I arrive in New York City at sunset. The sky looks like a creamsicle; muted ivory streaked with brilliant bolts of tangerine. Summer is...
The Locked Diary #4: ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE & PRISON
I am one of those New Yorkers who feverishly loves the city. I don’t care that she’s loud. I don’t care that she’s exorbitantly expensive—
THE LOCKED DIARY
A weekly column about blowing up your life, by Zara Barrie. Available in both written + audio formats.
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