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The cracking open of a book’s spine has always been an exercise in self-discovery, healing, and fortification. That subtle whoosh when words spill out makes me salivate. Then the feel of the coarse pages under my fingertips delights my consciousness, the sudden sprinkling of syllables, the black-and-white letters in various patterns, coalescing to find their way directly to my heart. It’s magic.
Books, for me, are lifesaving. They have been my companions, my teachers, my entertainment, my emotional outlets, my escape. They’ve taught me how to cook, how to love, how to mourn, how to cope, and how to feel. They’ve allowed me to sort through my own feelings and escape into someone else’s.
trying not to step on the
his sights
The Red Tent, Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom, Isabel Allende’s Daughter of Fortune, and Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris.
The Barnes & Noble schedule from the New York Times clung
All the Light We Cannot See
The Blessing of a Skinned Knee by Wendy Mogel,
commissioning a logo, hiring a lawyer,
Sweetbitter
Lean In
Does This Volvo Make My Butt Look Big? Thoughts for Moms and Other Tired People by
think A Million Little Pieces
Goldbelly.com.
Widowish
Born to Fly.
No Happy E...
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Moms Don’t Have Time to Write
Moms Don’t Have Time to Lose Weight.
Moms don’t have time to waste.
