12 9 / 2014

As I have mentioned previously, my mom was a travel agent during my preteen years. One perk of this job meant a family vacation to Cancun when my siblings and I were 11, 12 and 13 years old. It was our first time out of the country and we were quickly immersed in the many cultural and international wonders that  Cancun had to offer: a closed down shopping mall, McDonald’s, Planet Hollywood, and the esteemed Señor Frogs.  

The following is an excerpt from my school journal detailing this educational trip.



03 9 / 2014

Susannah has been my best friend since we were in third grade. We became fast friends after she taught me how to draw cats during indoor recess.

Susannah notes, “From the years 1990 through 1993, I kept one one-year diary. I wrote in it thirteen times. Instead, I chose to explore my budding sense of preteen self through fiction. I’d write half page upon half page of first half pages. I toyed with every genre: from mystery to family drama to medieval fantasy. And then, one afternoon in the summer of ‘93, I tried my hand at erotic fiction:”


"I have no idea what I thought was actually happening during those five minutes of nudity, but I’m pretty certain that the blouse unbuttoning was directly inspired by the sex scene in the movie Big. I should also add that this manuscript was rediscovered in a folder of my early writing all collected by my mother. Somehow, I’d rather she had found my diary.”

Here’s a picture of twelve year-old Susannah in the dawn of her career as a romance novelist:


Susannah Bohlke is a Nebraska-born, Brooklyn-based comedy writer. She is a writer for the PITtv house team Waterbirth. In her free time, Susannah posts ponchos with captions on her blog theponchos.com.

27 8 / 2014

On January 14, 1991, I put on my best waiter outfit and then took a trip to the movies to see the scariest thing I’d seen since The ‘Burbs.

20 8 / 2014

I will be reading diary entries and telling a story of preteen love and loss at “SHUT UP! All Female Storytelling.” Hosted by Lisa Kleinman and Caitlin Brodnick.

19 8 / 2014

Like many preteens of the early ’90s, I was obsessed with young adult books about kidnapping. From The Face on the Milk Carton to Missing Since Monday, I couldn’t get enough. This might explain why as an adult, there’s nothing I love more than 48 Hours Mystery.

I found this book report in my fifth grade journal about one of these chilling books, innocently titled: Babysitting is a Dangerous Job. This might be why I never really sought out babysitting as a part-time job.


Thank goodness I included that what the kidnapped children had for dinner.

14 8 / 2014

From ages eight to twelve I pretty much lived in a pair of roller skates. I would spent hours in our unfinished basement skating in circles while blasting En Vogue. The only things getting me out of my skates this day were a nice chowder and the latest Fred Savage blockbuster.

Such a great day could only be complete with best international cuisine Lincoln had to offer: my mom’s famous “Anchowlotas.”

06 8 / 2014

My younger sister Ginger was my absolute best friend growing up. Between her fun, easy-going nature, positive outlook, and ability to complete my math homework for me, she was (and is) the best sister a girl could ask for.

Throughout my diaries, there are a few days where I guess I was feeling lazy or something and I asked Ginger to record the day’s events on my behalf. Like me, Ginger had a knack for recording the important stuff – like what we ate for lunch. Unlike me she was not afraid to address flatulence.

As in this entry, we occasionally did each other’s hair. This was always a good idea.

Happy Birthday Ginger!!!

31 7 / 2014

Like many girls of the early ’90s, I was into American Girl dolls. Hardcore.

When I got the Kirsten doll for my 10th birthday, it was pretty much the best day of my life. As someone whose mother made her wear a bonnet until she was 8, I could totally relate to Kirsten’s style choices.

In addition to my regular diary, I noted the day’s events The American Girls Diary.

It was in this diary, on December 16th, 1991 that I make my first reference to  a current event. There was probably all sorts of important things going on in the world during this time, but none as important as this:

I did some research to see just how true my recollection was, and yes, as it turns out, the Pentagon did indeed have a rat infestation in 1991. This clearly made a big impression.

Also, why sign your name once, when you can sign it twice?

28 7 / 2014

Julia had a somewhat unique childhood, as an American living in Caracas, Venezuela. Nonetheless, her diary entry from 1994 shows she is dealing with the exact same things most 13 year-old deal with: figuring out how to shave, navigating love, mean girls, and trying to fit it all into multiple postscripts.

Here’s a picture of Julia straight out of the Escuela Campo Alegre international school yearbook.

Note how Julia turns into “Julla.” Julla just can’t win.

Julia is a writer, performer, and storyteller  based in NYC who hosts Happy Hour Story Hour every Monday at UCB East at 6:30pm. Follow @JuliaWiedeman

25 7 / 2014

I guess I spent the entirety of August 28th, 1992 determining the name of my future child.