I remember describing myself as an “avid reader” when I was something like 12. I was precocious and overly ambitious with my vocabulary, and that’s why when I tried to impress someone by telling them about my “avid” reading, I accidentally use the word “advent.”Read More
Every year, I do one of two things with January: I either lean too hard into the New Year hype and am worn out by the time the middle of the month rolls around or I ignore the resolutions and goals and let the first thirty-one days of the year pass without much comment. This year, I did the latter, and it was just about right. I let January be the long runway my 2018 takeoff, and didn't write down a single resolution, goal, or intention (I know, gasp!).Read More
I don’t know how to write this post without sounding like an enormous nerd, so I’ve decided to embrace the nerdiness and say it:
I love reading.
When I was a kid, I spent hours every day reading. I toted books along on every errand, usually with a backup book in case I finished the first while away from home. Books taught me things I didn’t know I wanted to learn; they were entertainment and escape, expansion of my horizons and familiar friends. I read aloud to my sisters in the evenings and scoured the library for new titles every week.
Nerdy. I know.Read More