There’s an old song, with a lyric that goes something like, “I’ve grown accustomed to her face.” A quick Google search tells me that it’s from the musical My Fair … Continue reading Shelby.
There’s an old song, with a lyric that goes something like, “I’ve grown accustomed to her face.” A quick Google search tells me that it’s from the musical My Fair … Continue reading Shelby.
“Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong…” I’m watching Beauty and the Beast with my kid, and because it’s nearly impossible for me to turn off … Continue reading Bittersweet and strange.
My school has been on break this past week (plus a couple days the week before). I know that I for one was glad to have some time off to … Continue reading A productive break.
I’m 37 today. Somehow it feels like now I’m undeniably a grownup. That sounds ridiculous, firstly because I have obviously been a grownup for many many moons now, and secondly … Continue reading 37.
I’ve written before about how reading was my first and preferred escape from the prolonged trauma of my life for over twenty years, particularly through my teenager-hood. I was given … Continue reading White whales.