Learning to Inhale

I spent this weekend working on my woodpile. Chopping wood, gathering it from the forest behind my house. It was therapeutic. There is nothing better than a day spent wandering in the woods, collecting dead fall and chopping it up for one’s wood stove. In other news, fall is here! And it has gotten cold….

Miss Honey

Today’s post is not a book review. Well . . . it is, but it’s not. If you take my meaning. You see, I’ve already written a review about Matilda, by Roald Dahl. Quite a long time ago, in fact. And it would be very odd to review the same book twice on the same…

The Witches

A few months ago, my little sister came to me and insisted that I read The Witches. It was, she informed me, the creepiest book she had ever read in her entire life, and I need to read it as soon as humanly possible. Given that she is twelve, a great reader, and a remarkably…