We’ve got a creeper in town, and he’s not anywhere near as cool as the Minecraft Creepers. The kids began talking about him at summer’s start. “He stares at us.” “He looks creepy.” “The music…it’s evil.” Our creeper happens to be the ice-cream man. He drives around town and children hide behind their mammas. In a strange way, I feel bad for him. I mean,
My daughter sat on my bed last night while I was perched on top of a ladder affixing gold dots on my wall. After a few minutes, she said, “You’re a workaholic.” I immediately thought that for a workaholic, I sure don’t get enough done! Maybe that’s a sign I am a workaholic. Ha! She made me flop on the bed with her, but then
I feel like I took a forever long blog break, but I really needed it. For me, it was more of a mental break than anything else. I tried to figure out some junk going on in my head, but that didn’t really work, so I’ve decided to just let it all go. I’m not thinking too hard or too much about anything right now.
Last summer I curated a reading list and I absolutely loved my selections. I still recommend the books I read last summer. Lately, I haven’t been reading much. Actually, I’ve been reading a lot, but I either start a book I never finish, or I read a book I don’t love. Here’s the problem. I work in a library. I’m surrounded by books every day!
When was the last time you tried something new? That question, and versions of that questions (When was the last time you did something new?), have been playing on repeat in my brain. I first encountered the question on Facebook. Unfortunately, I can’t remember who posted it or why, but the question itself made an impact on me. Sometimes we’re sitting around waiting for our