The personal library. I’ve always had a library. Granted, at times, the “library” designation should perhaps be taken with a grain of salt. Is a teenager’s closet really a library, even if half is sectioned off for only books? Can you call it a library if it’s only the three shelves of the built-in wardrobe in your dorm room? I did. Perhaps it’s more accurate … Continue reading Reading and libraries, an off-the-cuff joint.
It’s a truism in journalism that most headline questions can be answered with either a yes or no. No. A book hasn’t changed my life. If we rephrase, however, into “have books changed your life,” then the answer is an emphatic “yes.” I don’t remember not reading. This isn’t a reflection of my memory – I started young. I was reading chapter books in kindergarten … Continue reading Has a book changed your life?
We read “Treasure Island” by Robert Louis Stevenson in grade seven. I loved that book. I think I might read it again. Anyhow, part of the assignment was to make a treasure map. You were to incorporate details from the book and make it look authentic. I drew mine on the back of a brown paper grocery bag. After it was done, my parents helped … Continue reading Treasures lost.
I like stuff. I’ve always liked stuff. I attribute this in part to growing up rather poor. Money was tight until my late teens; stuff wasn’t something we had a lot of. This was also in the pre-boutique-thrift shop days. In the now, thrift and consignment stores are as ubiquitous as liquor outlets, but back when I was young, there was the local Sally Ann … Continue reading Is it time to clean out the digital closets?
From Famine to Feast. 