We’re hunkering down and cuddling up for the snow event of the season. Not really. It’ll just be a few inches, maybe even less, and the New Englander I live with calls it a rain event because he yawns if it’s less than eight inches. That is until he complains about having to shovel it, and by shovel we all know I mean use the snowblower. But any snow is a good reason to get cozy, eat some gluten free strawberry cupcakes, and watch movies until Saturday starts to turn into Sun
I want to read more middle grade this year. Middle grade used to make up the bulk of my reading. I loved the complex stories coupled with character development that simultaneously addressed and shielded me from the complexities of the world. Middle grade felt like a safe space in a way that YA never did. In a way that YA never does. I know it isn’t true.
Middle grade has always been as complicated, harrowing, and heartbreaking as any piece of YA literature. And just because
Have you ever heard a song that feels anthemic? An injection of power, joy, and swagger. One that lets you shrug off the bad days? Makes you feel the world could be yours? Gets you out of your own head? Off the sofa? Out of bed? Everyone should have at least one song that makes them feel this way. I have a new one. A new one for the new year. Not actually new, it’s almost a year old, and in today’s short attention span world nine days is ancient, so forget nine months—“I Like
As the final hours of 2018 ticked away, I realized it was an exceptional year. A hard year. An unsettled year. A questioning year. A good year. A great year. An apocalyptic reading year. A happy year. An angry year. A year where the highs of my personal life were slightly tarnished by a professional crisis of faith. My health took a hit, but it also made great strides. I broke free of the gluten monkey. Bread is not worth my body. Finally, it was a year of answers. I think.