I have always loved words. I have a terrible memory but I clearly remember getting my first library card, reluctantly putting my book away after free-reading time in school and the world that opened up when my teacher asked us to write a story beginning with “it was a dark and stormy night.”
I have written every day for most of my life. In a pink diary with a unicorn on the cover: “My two sisters are being mean! They can be nice to [sic].” In journalism classes. For advertising agencies. And on this blog, mostly for an audience of my family members.
I mostly write about writing and reading; I share favorite excerpts from books, thoughts about things that are going on in the literary world, and Q&A’s with people who can talk at length about the way they organize their bookshelves.