These two are due at the library so I wanted to write them up before I lose them. I've been using the library a lot more lately because my addiction to Amazon Prime was getting a little out of control, but I still kinda hate not being able to write in the margins.
I've got two books today, one memoir and one biography, both heavy and at times hard reads, but necessary…
My fingers hover over Reese Witherspoon's face. I hesitate for a second, but I end up clicking on the little square. It was never really in doubt that I would.
I feel tightly wound, as if I might burst if I stub my toe or the toast burns.
It was a normal Sunday in October. The 22nd, to be exact. It was gorgeous out, which is to be expected in October. It's the month of perfect weather. I know adults shouldn't have favorite colors and months and numbers, but mine are as follows: green, 8, October. Evelyn and I both share green and, true to stereotype, Sophie loves pink and Theo's favorite hue is blue…
I keep a list on my phone titled "books of 2017" because I like to look at it when I'm feeling bad about myself so I can then remind myself, 'hey, at least you're a good reader.' At the beginning of the year, I had every intention of writing book reviews as I read for the handful of you that might actually care. It's now almost October and I've written two. Here goes…
I unknowingly made the mistake of telling Theo that today he’d have a substitute teacher.
He seemed fine the entire car ride to school, but once we go there, he refused to get out of the car. Like, really refused. I subliminally was getting more and more angry and frustrated and mean, making whispered threats through clenched teeth because you can’t lose it completely in the middle of carpool line…
My husband became a vegan about six years ago after watching "Forks Over Knives." He literally went from a diet of coke and burgers to tofu and garbanzo beans overnight. He went cold turkey (minus the turkey). There was no process. Just, boom. One day he was a carnivore, the next he was not...
My dad and I broke the legs off of the spice covered crabs and dipped the white meat in melted butter, our fingers covered in a mixture of Old Bay, vinegar and said butter. My nose began to itch, just like it does when I'm washing the dishes and I don't have a dry hand to appease the persistent, annoying prickle. My kids were running around somewhere, their bodies encased in a layer of sweat and earth and sugar...
I'm writing. Obviously doing something. Matt is sitting at the table next to me, just sitting. Sophie comes over with a carton of chocolate milk, looks at me, and repeatedly asks: "Can I have chocolate milk momma?"
The story is set in an all girl's school in Virginia during the waning years of the Civil War. It's based off of the novel with the same name written by Thomas P. Cullinan. There is also a 1971 film adaptation which stars Clint Eastwood...
