Without the books I found in the library I would never be a writer. I read anything and everything, and somehow the stories in my own head became something I could commit to paper. Every other week my dad would take me and my sister to the library in town. We would get through the door and I would turn left to the children’s area, he would turn right. Now,…
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Thirty Years is a long time
Today, it’s 30 years since we lost Dad, and it’s the weirdest day. It seems like yesterday, and sometimes the grief of it sneaks up on you like you can’t imagine.In 2013 I wrote a blog post about my dad and my love of reading. The post is at the end of this new post… We recently reconnected with cousins, through the power of Facebook, and my oldest cousin recalls…
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