Living Libraries

I have rediscovered the gift of libraries during the pandemic. My love of libraries goes straight back to my childhood. I have fond memories of wandering through the central library in my hometown – the building now razed – and the joy of pulling a book at random from the shelf to read its insideContinue reading “Living Libraries”

Your inner voice

The woman on the playground and her companion are speaking Italian. Their words are just barely audible, but every once in a while their voices carry, the rapid-fire words punctuating the hot August air with the reminder that we are, alas, not in Italy, though Delaware is a nice place to be. I write toContinue reading “Your inner voice”