So here I am, a mom on a mission, rampaging through my kid’s room with a single-minded determination to put things in order. Let me make clear that I’m notoriously scatter-brained, so single-minded anything is a stretch for me at best. But on this day, and into the future (stupid adulting goals) I’m determined to go through my life with more focus. You know, start … Continue reading The Bookcase Gives Me Anxiety
You’re staring at your computer screen. You want to post something awesome, but you’ve got no idea where to start. I’m here to help. Continue reading Blogging Tips: Coming Up with Writing Ideas
If you’re a lover of old books like me, you may find that modern literature doesn’t often make it onto your reading lists. Here’s why it should. Continue reading Why Read Modern Literature, or, Just Do It
One of my favorite works of art in The Metropolitan Museum of Art is the statue of Ugolino and His Sons by the artist Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux. I swim in this thing. I bathe in this thing. I drink of this thing. This thing is life. Yes, the mastery of the artist is an experience to relish. But this statue has something extra to offer. In … Continue reading The Metropolitan Museum of Art: Ugolino and His Sons
Not only do I write in books, I love writing in books. Some of you are, without a doubt, putting your hands to your chest and sighing a yes. Some of you are making ugly faces. Tell me, which one are you? One of my favorite activities is to skim the pages of my books and rediscover passages that I thought pretty, insightful, wrenching, or … Continue reading Why I Write In Books
Not long ago, I shared that I had gone to the used bookstore and brought home a new bundle of book babies. They’ve been getting cozy, and now I’d like to show them to you all. I have one or two copies of Robinson Crusoe already, but I couldn’t resist the raised texture of the cover. I love old fabric covers, and this one is … Continue reading New Books to My Collection
So, I walked into my room last night and looked at my bed and thought, What the heck? Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s always the same issue. My mornings look like this: I stare at my closet trying to figure out which type of a mood I’m in. I settle on something and put it on. It feels wrong. I remove it and toss … Continue reading Piles of Books and Clothes
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