A proud patron

Can you guess where Americans go more often than the movies? I know what you’re thinking—and it’s not fast food restaurants or the mall. Instead, it’s somewhere I’ve loved for a lifetime. Libraries. National Library Week just ended in mid-April, so of course my favorite place is on my mind. According to the American Library…

The care she took

It wasn’t that the evening was perfect. It was the care she took in crafting it. You know the feeling. You head somewhere—a social engagement or obligation—after a long week at work. It’s Friday night and you’re still in final conference call mode (or your equivalent). You rush through the end of the work day,…

The danger in unused rooms

As I type these words, I am sitting in a room in my house I have not sat in for months. Yet, it is the one room in this house that sold me on my future abode when the realtor showed it to us. I sat on the sofa, looking out the window, taking in…

Touchpoint

At the end of a day–good, bad or somewhere in between—I drink from a spring I know is far from eternal. My youngest and I read. Usually, one of us aloud to the other. Oh, and yes, we fight over which book to choose. We take turns now, a twist that has come into the…

My posse

In the middle of a rough week, I do what any woman does. I  eat one too many Skinny Cow ice cream bars. Read through People and InStyle (if you can call that reading—it’s really more picture flipping—but it’s therapeutic). Have two glasses of red wine promptly at 5 p.m. on Tuesday—which does not bode…

Gains and losses

I don’t often indulge in regrets. I try to live in the here and now because looking too far backward or forward wastes time and changes little. The further you get from a finalized divorce agreement, the happier you are supposed to be. I am. Happier than I was. Relieved. And yet, still disappointed and…

Confessions of a book nerd

It’s my mother’s fault, really. She is the one who started this whole affair. From the time I could barely toddle, there we were at the library, in the picture book section. Yes, that’s me, below. This is how it all began. But looking at pictures was not enough for my little ambitious soul–and I did…

Shaddup, shaddup, shaddup

We are a society of motormouths. Yes. Us. And by us, I mean us ugly Americans. There is a reason we got that unattractive nickname overseas. And we continue to display it with alarming regularity. We’re not always dissing another culture, though. Many times, we’re unwittingly dissing the person sitting right next to us. We….

Surrender

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I waited to commit until I knew it was a promise I could keep. Till death do us part. In sickness and in health. Surrender. If only I could reach him. I see that this choice will hurt him. Maybe if I try one more time I can…