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?
I loved the heat register in my home. Pretty vents decorating the floor, making things warm and cozy; I’m a fan of both. I sat on top of them when I was a child, nightgown spread wide to capture the warm air, a tiny parachute of heat, my quilt on my lap to make sure that no warm air was lost to my bedroom’s surrounds. … Continue reading The register.
From Famine to Feast. 