Birdie = Paula J (just not as pitiful)
My daily journal entries had become one “woe-is-me” tale after another. When I would re-read them, I felt the need to write a disclaimer at the beginning of each entry telling my children that I wasn’t really as much of a sad-sack as my writing made it seem. What if I died and my kids started going through my journals? I could imagine them saying, “Mom should have been on medication.”
Something had to be done. So, I decided to begin writing my journal from the third person point-of-view, and that’s how Birdie came to be.
She’s much better at poking fun at me than I ever was.