I've often thought about what it would be like to open a book and have it magically pull me into its pages. If you're a reader, you've probably thought the same thing at some point or imagined what it would be like to walk the streets of a novel or converse with the characters of history.
I recently went to the San Francisco ballet and wrote a blog about it. What I didn't mention in that blog was that right after the ballet ended, we headed over to a protest across the street. And in the sea of black ink on poster board, I realized something important was missing...
K.L. Kranes 