THE HOUSE THAT BLUME BUILT

‘Tis a tad bit dusty in here. And this post is about to be a tad bit rusty.  Perhaps even a bit of a bumpy ride, hold on and keep an eye out for the unexpected turns. I’m writing on my phone in a moving car. You’ll be pleased to know that I’m not the driver. Safety sec...

I have a hangover. A book hangover. And my current imaginary condition brings to mind an excellent point—why do good books have to end? They shouldn’t be allowed to end. They should go on forever or until they aren’t good books anymore. Good books should be like fan fi...

Summer is here, which means the annual Great Air Conditioning Battle has begun. I am currently losing the battle, but I will win the war. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, opening the windows when it’s 90° does nothing other than allow microscopic mosquitos en...

This has been the longest of months— 31 days felt like 62. The Giant Lion Turtle knowing how desperately I want summer to begin has no doubt been secretly rewinding the days as I slept. What else could explain this endless May. I fully expect to wake tomorrow to discov...

I never planned on reviewing this book, but after a student returned it as a DNF, and my content partner asked to borrow my copy, I started thinking about it again. I remember when I finished, I wondered how you would review a book with multiple narrators when you only...

Love, Simon, the film adaptation of Becky Albertalli’s Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda was something new, but it also proved that unconscious bias can lurk in the most progressive of places.

Every book to movie adaptation makes changes. Movies just don’t have time fo...

It’s been over a month. That’s it. Just wanted to acknowledge the passage of time before getting started. I had some swirling thoughts this morning. 

- What happens when people start to believe their own hype? I’m thinking specifically of authors as I write, but it appl...

I should be grading or planning or doing any of the other 23 things on my to-do list, but instead I’m contemplating, and my mind is a frenzied cacophony of questions and thoughts, so I thought I’d write my way to silence. This morning, I woke up at my usual time, and i...

Who I was at 21, who most of us were at 21, I wouldn’t want to know. Who I was at 23 was more aware, but still willing to absolve myself of ignorance and absorption. It wasn’t until I was 25 that I emerged fully formed but with wings still wet. But at 21, there was som...

How is it February? It really is true that the older you get the faster time seems to pass. It isn’t even that the months seem endless when you were young. It’s that time was meaningless because you had so much of it and so many miles to go. But as you age it speeds up...