Book Addiction

That was the hurtful part of motherhood, not being able to fix what you couldn't understand.

In a terrified world, false news was king.

The Internet is a bright house standing above a dark cellar with a dirt floor. Falsehoods sprout like mushrooms in that cellar. Some are tasty; many are poisonous.

Mothers were naturals for law enforcement, because toddlers, like criminals, were often belligerent and destructive.

I loved the library as a child and when I was in school. To be honest once I moved out and was on my own I was more extravagant and bought all my books instead of going to the library. Now that I'm married and have a child buying books is not high on the priority list when compared to groceries or diapers. So I love the fact that the library is still there for me to come back to with my family and to raise my child among its shelves.

Another part of getting older: you forgot what you wanted to remember, and remembered what you wanted to forget.

It's their footsteps (clunk), and the door is already open--try to shout--they're in your room-- try to shout--they're creeping up your bed (clunk), stretching toward you (clunk), squamous ice-cold webbed fingers aiming for your spine--try to SHOUT!