Reading, writing, mothering — not necessarily in that order.
I love books—actual books, made of paper that I can hold in my hands and loan out to my friends. I can’t possibly afford to purchase every book I read, but when I find one I love, I want to own it. The books I keep are as important to me as my pottery collection and the photographs of my family and the quirky, precious kid-made items that adorn my bookshelves. They tell a story about me.