How Reading with My Dying Mother Revealed Her Life

I was eight, and through my bedroom wall I could hear my mother, Heidi, talking to herself as she prepared to go to sleep. Every night, in the living room, she positioned old magazines beneath the legs of a red convertible sofa, so as not to crease the rug it rested on. Then, with audible […]

Book Box | Literary Rehab: How to balance Life with Lit

This is my week of non-reading. I’ve been forced into literary rehab. As someone who spends all their free time between the pages of a book, this is pure torture. The only times I haven’t read were when I was forbidden to —maybe there were exams, or maybe my mother decreed I was straining my […]