A friend recently asked me why I read books. It’s a deceptively simple question, and my knee-jerk response was equally simple: to learn about the world around me. But I think the real reasons I read books are much deeper than that. I read to learn about the world around me, yes, but also aboutContinue reading “On reading”
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Handy Hillary Builds Her Dream House
My eyes hurt and I am already homesick for my little family. My partner has been working non-stop, a whirlwind of civic holidays and teacher workshops and special tours at the museum where she works in central Philadelphia, and after a couple of days of carefully preparing her lunch, waking early with her to makeContinue reading “Handy Hillary Builds Her Dream House”