Books that seem forever stuck on my TBR...and I'm not sure why.
Although the exchange took approximately 30 seconds, I walked away from meeting my writing idol, Kwame Alexander, filled with equal parts elation and embarrassment.
Despite what felt like an inordinate amount of rain this May, I refused to be kept indoors!
At the latest meeting of the Nightlighter's book club we read Mary Oliver’s book of poetry Why I Wake Early. It got mixed reviews...
Books make me happy in a way that may confuse many people. It's a kind of obsessive, craving love that would be unhealthy if it were directed at a human.
Once poetry coursed through my veins, shooting out on the page through my pen. I wrote it, read it, loved it. Then, like many loves that go untended, it faded away. But not forever...