Reading has always been one of my very favorite things to do. I was an introverted middle child in a family of six. I was obsessed with my siblings and would never say I was a lone wolf, but I did like to take frequent breaks from the chaos of my household. I’d hole up...
I’ll spare you all my contribution to the noise about how terrible 2020 was. We get it, that sucked. I miss normal life too. One hugely positive thing about 2020 is that it was a good year of reading for me. Nothing like a cozy novel to make you feel in control when the world’s...
This summer has been a bit of a blur, and I can’t believe it’s almost over. I was one million months pregnant for the first half. I’ve spent the second half snuggling with my new angel babe with one hand and keeping my little Sour Patch Kid toddler happy with the other. I try to...
I don’t know about you all, but I have about had it with the quarantine. I did my time: almost 8 weeks of staying home like a good citizen (I started early because I’m a paranoid preggo). Even though things are starting to open up, it is still looking like most of us will keep...
I know, this is late. But honestly, I’m at the point in life where if something I produce (blog posts, offspring, a well-meant birthday card) isn’t two weeks late, then something’s wrong. I read 36 books in 2019! My most ever. I have to say I’m really proud of myself–so proud, in fact, that I...
