Recently my husband urged me to read a book. I was standing in the dining area of the apartment, surrounded by boxes and chaos. I
Tag: reading
Campfire Sparks
I’m exhausted. I know I’ve written enough essays here, and on my personal blog, about fatigue and it’s detrimental effect on the human mind, that
What Would You Do?
No, I’m not talking about the ABC program. Although, now that I think about it, the premise of the program sort of fits here. We’re
Okay, but. . . .
I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for the world to go back to normal. I’m not talking about masks (although I hate them)
A Little Cannibalization Doesn’t Hurt
Like many of you, I grew up in a household that valued reading. My parents were both avid readers–Mom still is. They read to me
Read, write, review–and not necessarily in that order
Once upon a time, in a forum far, far away, an aspiring author commented that they never read anything in the genre they wanted to
Mad Genius Club 