Instead of having a dining room or a formal living room like normal, practical people, my husband and I have a room devoted to our books.
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Instead of having a dining room or a formal living room like normal, practical people, my husband and I have a room devoted to our books.
I have a reoccurring fantasy. It’s not X-rated. It doesn’t even involve chocolate. My fantasy involves time.
The best gift I ever received was a total surprise. The package was deceiving. It didn’t look like a gift. It looked like a disability.
August became the new January. A month of resolutions and vows to do better.
My first crush was wildly inappropriate. I was in fourth grade. He was in his thirties. I was a naïve North Dakota farm girl. He was a Confederate blockade-runner with a sardonic sense of humor.
And if you’re a certain kind of kid, the type who would rather be with Harry Potter than with real people, then summer is a feast of words.