My bookish life…

I’m thankful to have grown up in a home where reading and being read to were favorite pastimes. Our shelves were filled with beautiful books and much of my childhood was spent nose-deep in a good mystery or tales of adventure.

As an adult, that love translated into many afternoons of reading aloud to my own four children; in our living room, in forest glades after a hike, and tucked under cozy covers at bedtime. It is one of my fondest memories of being a mother.

After years of talking about it, I’ve finally come to a season where I can put to paper some of my own stories. Some new, and some from long ago, told to my own tow-headed toddlers and now their children, my grand-babies.