I wrote this a month and a half ago about leaving Boston. Still feeling the same feels.
May always seems like a train careening down a hill with a sharp curve at the bottom. Should we brake or just take it at full speed? Will all the cars crash into each other? Plans upon plans upon plans until it's over and we look back wondering where the time went.
My love of reading began at a very young age. I remember my elementary school librarian, Mrs. Heard, suggesting biographies to me when I ran out of fiction books and calling me out of class to peruse new arrivals as soon as they came through the door of our little elementary school library. There are … Continue reading Books That Shook Me: Part 1