Do you remember being a kid and practically vibrating with excitement at Christmas? Planning out your letter to Santa, badgering your parents for the newest must-have toy, then barely being able to sleep on Christmas Eve because of the anticipation? Then finally Christmas morning comes, all the presents get opened… and it’s over. And worse,…
This post may contain affiliate links, which means I may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you. Before Baby: Peak Reading Era Before I had my baby, I’d been off work for a couple of months already. And during that time? I was absolutely blasting through my TBR. I mean… how could…
When preparing for this baby, I intentionally left room in my postpartum plans for my hobbies. I knew things would look different for a little while, but I had visions of contentedly nursing on the couch, writing blog posts from my laptop, and reading books during night feeds. What a fool I was. You’d think…
I couldn’t tell you when exactly I became a reader. I don’t remember my first book, or my first favorite author. What I can tell you is that books — and reading them — are wrapped up in so many memories in my life, it’s hard to separate the stories I read from the stories…
