It’s been a long time since I’ve sat down to write here–or really to write anything. While I was pregnant, I was having so many issues that I couldn’t sit up for longer than a few minutes at a time, so that really put a damper on my computer use. Then I had my baby, on July 5th, a beautiful…
Why do they call us bookworms? It’s always rather puzzled me. Why not bookbears or bookbirds or bookdogs, for that matter? Just about anything, it seems, would be preferable to being likened to the slimy, squirming insignificance of a slithering worm. The book part, of course, is obvious. There are people who read to gain information, there are people who…