Good morning, friends. I hope you have your coffee or tea in hand, because today’s post is one I have been sitting with for a few days now, turning it over the way you turn over a stone on a walk to see what is underneath. There is…
There is something about a small town in spring that makes you think nothing bad could possibly happen there. The dogwoods are blooming, the tourists have not fully descended yet, and everyone is still riding the high of surviving another Ozark winter. That is exactly the calm Claire…
Grab your coffee and get comfy, because I just finished a book that kept me up way past my normal wind down time, and I have so many thoughts. If you know me, you know I usually gravitate toward slow living reads, the kind of books that feel…
I read Temperature Rising on a rainy Saturday afternoon, the kind of day made for a warm mug of coffee and a book that refuses to let you put it down. I did not expect to finish it in two sittings, but here we are. There is something…
I sat down to read this memoir during one of my quiet Sunday mornings, coffee in hand and my dog curled up beside me, and I knew within the first few pages that this wasn’t going to be a light read. Margaret Whitford’s The History We Carry is…