Flex Day

I read fiction this morning. On a Tuesday, on the couch, at 7am, with my smoothie. I never read fiction in the morning. I read it on the weekends after my chores are done. I read it at night after my day’s work is done. Fiction is a reward: it is my treat for working … Continue reading Flex Day


I suppose I should write about warm wooden tables and dark interiors, walls lined with heavy shelves that stretch from floor to ceiling, cozy nooks to hide and read in, quiet, peace, the endless options for learning or for escaping into a fictitious world. I do love all those things about libraries. These new modern … Continue reading Library