Monthly Archives: July 2018

It started with the Baby Feet nursery book. Copyrighted in 1928, it had stories like the politically incorrect ‘Little Black Sambo,’ and the tale of the Teeny Tiny Woman. My siblings and I never grew tired of them, and even now, are constantly looking for an edition in better shape than the one we stillContinue reading “To All the Books I’ve Loved Before”

I have PTSD. This sounds self aggrandizing and presumptuous since I’ve never been in a war. But lately, the crazy weather we’ve had has been getting me down. And Friday night, a week ago, was the worst. I was sleeping soundly when the loudest thump I’ve ever heard woke me from a dead sleep. ItContinue reading “E.T. Phone Home”