Reading. Writing. Me.
Do you like Classic Movies? Do you like Hollywood Gossip? Do you like murder mysteries? Well then do yourself a favor and don't read this book! Seriously, don't do it. I grew up on classic movies. My grandmother and I spent countless hours snuggled together in her bed watching Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce play... Continue Reading →
I promise to be there for you when you need me. I promise to sacrifice my comforts for your safety. I promise to protect you. I promise to cover you with prayers and love. I promise to do whatever I can to assure you that the love I have for you is real. That may... Continue Reading →
All the preparations for Little Baby's arrival have been putting me on edge, so I'm thankful for books that help me unwind and make me laugh. Bill Bryson's The Road to Little Dribbling: Adventures of an American in Britain was one of those books. Bryson was born and raised in Iowa. He married an English woman, and has been... Continue Reading →
I'm torn about this book. There's no doubt in my mind that it's beautiful. I can give it full marks for that, but for some reason enough of it did not resonate inside me to leave me wanting more of it. The book is a collection of short stories and poetry, based around black experience... Continue Reading →
