Reading. Writing. Me.
If you follow this blog, you know I love reading. I beat my goal of 52 books this year and read over 90. That, despite my toddler and several bad bouts with depression, both of which make it hard for me to settle into reading. Below are my favorite reads this year. #10 - I... Continue Reading →
The more I read them, the more I love old myths and legends. They're more than stories, more than magic and gods and the fantastic, they're part of the history of a people group. They give insight into what mattered to a culture, what a people believed about themselves and life. My husband is half... Continue Reading →
Reading The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman is an extremely emotional experience for me. Unlike many book lovers, I don't make a point of rereading my favorite books every year or so. My "to read" list is so long that I just don't seem to get around to it. But in the past two years... Continue Reading →
A few weeks ago, I posted about my struggle with anxiety disorder and depression. After which, I mentioned how I’ve been pushing my boundaries, forcing myself to stand against the things that most frighten me On this list is the gradual expansion of my forty-five minute radius safety bubble. I was sitting at about two and a half hours when my in-laws invited... Continue Reading →
R. C. Svendsen 