If failures in life make you stronger, I should be superhero level strong by this point. My latest failure: Halloween.
Today I almost died.
We do it with the lights on! What does that have to do with Shakespeare?
Sometimes my interest level in something is inversely related to that something's popularity. Since I'm a dork, let me explain in diagram form...
Ten women. Two Books. One beach house. Three days of bookish fun! (Who says you can't have a great time at the beach in October?)
When last we left our adventurous author (me) she was wandering back to her hotel with dreams of sea creatures keeping her cool. As she rushed through the sliding glass lobby doors of her hotel to escape the clutches of thick desert air, she'd didn't realize she that sun wouldn't scorch her skin again for a long time...
Most people would call me opinionated. I'm passionate about what I believe. I teach my daughter to be passionate as well. Still, one month into school, I didn't expect to find myself typing the words, "Dear Principal. I am writing in regards to an incident today in class."
I love reading. But I'm a busy gal. I likely won't be able to work my way through Stephen King's expansive horror collection before Halloween. What is a girl to do then? Lightbulb! Podcasts!