A Personal Policy Brief on the State of my Reading

Background Since I could decipher the little swiggles on the page as words, I have identified as a reader. Reading was my thing, books my happy place and my comfort object, the thing I never left home without. I never felt too upset if I had to wait in line because I had a bookContinue reading “A Personal Policy Brief on the State of my Reading”

Notes from the Pandemic: There is only the present

Time has expanded into an eternal present, engulfing the past and the future like a large two-way tsunami. I guess that’s how it always is, really, but mostly, when I’m bustling about going from work to more work to making dinner to worrying about bills/upcoming taxes/my disengaged daughter [insert frantic worry here] it seems likeContinue reading “Notes from the Pandemic: There is only the present”

Hell Years: Introduction to an Annotated Bibliography

Reading. Reading is my comfort, my addiction, my solace. For most of my life I have been able to get lost in a book. Get lost in a book. I never really thought about that phrase before, what it means. But I think it is apt, in the sense that I used to read toContinue reading “Hell Years: Introduction to an Annotated Bibliography”