Here’s the thing about me:  I love books.   And also, I love people.   I guess that’s why I love used books so much. I love books that are worn by many fingers; paper creased and rainspotted and written on.  Feathers and leaves tucked between pages.  Startlingly personal inscriptions, penned into the flyleaf in watery lavender ink. […]

On Silver Light & Gem-Spangled Spiderwebs: In Search of Rainy-Day Magic

When I wake, the world is filmed with silver rain:  the air gray as an antique tintype. It’s the kind of day that makes you want to burrow deeper under the covers, but I don’t.  Some instinct drives me out into the cool air and fog, the crunch of first leaves under my feet. I’ve […]