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I read because I must. It's like breathing to me. And I love talking about books. But I'm also an Arsenal fan, a wine drinker, a music lover and weirdly obsessed with pop culture. I mostly blog about books, but sometimes about things I'm thinking or doing. When I'm not on the blog, I'm scoping deals for a professional services company, hanging out with friends, or seeing some live theater.

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Posted on 17 Feb 2019 In: Thinking

The Wined Down

I thought it might be fun to periodically talk about a few things going on- book related and not. I tried this before and got out of the habit, but I think it’s worth trying again. First, since it’s “Wined” Down and not Wind Down, I’ll share what I’m drinking. I opened a bottle of […]

Posted on 3 Oct 2017 In: Thinking

I Think We Need A Group Hug

I’m a little lost today, folks. I’m sad and tired and outraged and sad and despairing and sad. This is probably going to be a little rambling. Stay with me. Tom Petty plays in the background as I write this. It’s not something I would normally write about but I need to get out of […]

Posted on 21 Apr 2017 In: Reading, Thinking

I Used To Be That Girl

When I was younger, I used to be that girl. The one who carried a book practically everywhere I went so that if I had a few minutes, I could read a few pages. When I was too young to drive, but had to along on errands, I would sit in the car and read […]

Posted on 2 Apr 2017 In: Thinking

The Bitchy Audience Member

A few years ago, after a couple of needlessly tedious airline passenger interactions, I wrote The Bitchy Traveler.  Thankfully, it’s been a few years since I’ve felt the need to  rant about poor behavior, but this afternoon at The Fox to see The Bodyguard (which was wonderful, by the way), has warranted a post. It’s […]

Posted on 7 Sep 2016 In: Thinking

Dear Ashby

Dear Ashby, This isn’t a Peggy letter. I know that.  Still, I’ve been composing parts of it since Bret called to tell me that Peggy had left us.  Because while no two experiences are the same, you’re now a member of a club that no one really wants to belong to, one with a very […]