Thrift the books

I changed my ways of getting books...a bit. As a child, I loved fresh books. The new book smell was intoxicating. I liked the idea of owning something that no one else had owned before. It was mine. But since I got to college, money and gifts hadn't come as much as they used to. … Continue reading Thrift the books

Stories in ourselves

Sometimes, as a writer, I feel like my life is more like a book. I can picture the chapters ending with cliffhangers like the divorce. Or what I was gonna do when I was first offered drugs in high school. But sometimes my life is too anti-climatic for that. Like when I got offered drugs, … Continue reading Stories in ourselves