I make my bed every day now. I don’t eat breakfast. Or lunch. I put away errant things that are still out from dinner last night. I wipe down the countertop and the table, not just every day, but every time I walk past them. Every time I make coffee. Every time I wash my… Continue reading Control

And it might be again, someday. For a while, I was here practically every day, opining about reading, and authors, and books. Books are my world, you see, the one thing that I can usually count on, the one thing that never lets me down. You know what does let me down? My stupid, neurodivergent… Continue reading This used to be a blog about books