The writer’s deep love for reading came from her mother, who instilled it in her from a young age. She reminisces about her childhood reading experiences and how her preferences have evolved. While she discusses her dislike for certain genres, she cherishes books featuring strong female protagonists and magical worlds that teach important life lessons. Continue reading A book is a good thing to have.
My son was four weeks old when the ball dropped and the century changed. I couldn’t believe that four weeks had passed already, and I couldn’t believe that here I was, age thirty, watching the dawn of a new millennium. I wasn’t much concerned with the end-of-days doomsayers. There were two types, the religious and the technical. I figured we had more to fear from … Continue reading Happy New Year.
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.
Your birthday is an anniversary. Did you know that? You only have one original birthday, unless strange things are afoot. Every year after that first entry is a revisit. I don’t mind a revisit. I’m not someone who gives up on birthdays. I like celebrating the good things: hit me. I’m less a fan of remembered misery, but anniversaries show up there too. I’m lousy … Continue reading Everyone loves an anniversary, and by “everyone,” I mean me.
From Famine to Feast 