What if we could as easily travel back in time as we travel now to other continents or into space?
I might visit my dad and have a nice long chat. Or maybe my grandparents.
Perhaps I'd see Hemingway in… Continue reading
Reading and writing are like breathing to me, impossible to live without. I don't remember the first book I ever read on my own, but I do remember my parents reading to me as a child. Maybe that's where it started. I recall trips to the library to choose and return books long before I began attending school, and for years thereafter. As a youngster, my dad would tell me… Continue reading