Bookbabes, I will truly miss the thoughtful discussion of this book. High school in the 60’s for me was living in Japan on an Army base. The base was the last stop on an hour bus ride and five stops from the base where I went to high…
This review is written for my fellow bibliophiles “The Bookbabes” to add to their discussion tonight in Albuquerque of Bread Givers. There is something incredibly moving about sitting in Poland in my “artist loft” writing while gazing over the view of Old and New World architecture…
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book. –Marcel Proust…
After a morning of rock climbing with her brother my son took the kids to REI. This is the book my two year old granddaughter selected. This is the same granddaughter who has a shirt that says, “I’m not a princess, I’m a scientist”…
In 1976, soon as the school year ended, we drove nonstop from Peoria, Illinois to Seattle, Washington, loaded our truck and ourselves on a ferry and exited at Haines, Alaska–that part of Alaska that looks like it should be part of Canada. This trip culminated two years of…