Ann Cannon: New Year’s resolutions from my 10-year-old self that still hold true today

My mom gave me a diary for Christmas the year I was in the fifth grade at Edgemont Elementary. The cover, embossed with gold lettering, was made of faux leather the color of a Bass Weejuns penny loafer. It had a lock and a key, and I thought that diary—my first — was the most sophisticated thing I’d ever owned.Just imagine! If you owned a diary, even if you were just an ordinary girl growing up on an ordinary street in an ordinary town in America, you could still write a book (