My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
We could call this "sampler therapy" or "cliché therapy." It is the offering of sayings, thoughts, statements or observations that are short -- brief enough to fit a sampler -- but true, and so clichés. It is not so profound, but it seems effective.
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