Something was wrong. It was the winter of 1985-’86, and I was really sick. Like, REALLY sick. I missed weeks and weeks of school, made numerous trips to different doctors and specialists, and filled countess tubes of blood for testing. What was the diagnosis? There wasn’t one. We still don’t know what was going on. …
Continue reading Thanksreading 2020: The Un-bear-able Lightness of Reading
For this year’s Thanksreading series, I’m exploring my development as a reader and giving thanks for the books and people who made me the lover of books that I am today. Out on Route 15 in Johnson, VT, near the intersection with Hog Back Road, there’s a tiny, unassuming shop called Buggyman Antiques. That’s where …
For this year’s Thanksreading series, I’m exploring my development as a reader and giving thanks for the books and people who made me the lover of books that I am today. Photo credit: lostinthecloud.files.wordpress.com It’s Christmas morning. Maybe 1981? Or 1982? One or the other. I’m pretty sure it’s 1981. Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends …
Continue reading Thanksreading 2020: A Whale of a Collection
Another year has passed, and it’s time for the third annual round of Thanksreading, my yearly round-up of literary gratitude. It’s been a strange year for reading. I’ve found it hard to focus and feel settled comfortably between the covers of many books. Given the global circumstances, it’s not surprising, and I’ve talked to other …
It’s taken me a few weeks to get my head together enough to write this, and part of me wants to put it off a while longer. It needs to be done, though, if for no other reason than to stop some of these thoughts from rattling around in my noggin. Two years ago today, …
