My Writing Life – My Reading Life

I have always been an avid reader. Some of my most comforting and strongest memories of being a child involve books: curling up on a Saturday morning with a Rupert Bear book from the school library; poring over Scholastic book order forms to choose the best books and the delicious anticipation of waiting for them to arrive;

Some Days

Some days you're the windshield; some days you're the bug. Today I felt like a bug. I haven't been sleeping well again, and tossing and turning fretting about this and that takes a toll after a while. I wish I was one of those people who could compartmentalize effectively so that events that take place during

The Bin

Well, I did it. I ventured into that most scary of rooms in our house - the attic. Really, it's not so much the room that is scary as what lies within. The Bin. The Bin holds my out-of-season clothes; with the weather turning nicer I couldn't put off my journey into The Bin any longer.