So, after a months and eons long (and tragic!) lack of blogging, I've decided to give it another go. We've been revamped, renamed, and redesigned over here and I hope all of that back-breaking painting and remodeling of the page here is worth it.
I do have to admit. Being one of those Whippersnappers of the Internet age, Twitter is more my style. 140 characters, I'm in, I'm out, I'm back to life. But sometimes, you need a place that's bigger than a tiny text box. Sometimes there are things to be said that require space to breathe.
What those things are, well, I don't know yet. Glee is over for the summer, so there goes the opportunity to squee and rehash that.
But, as a reader and a writer, I'm sure I'll find something to say. I've rarely been speechless in the past.
When in doubt, however, there is always poetry to supply words that might otherwise hang invisible between us.
My First Memory (of Librarians)
by Nikki Giovanni
This is my first memory:
A big room with heavy wooden tables that sat on a creaky
A line of green shades—bankers’ lights—down the center
Heavy oak chairs that were too low or maybe I was simply
For me to sit in and read
So my first book was always big
In the foyer up four steps a semi-circle desk presided
To the left side the card catalogue
On the right newspapers draped over what looked like
a quilt rack
Magazines face out from the wall
The welcoming smile of my librarian
The anticipation in my heart
All those books—another world—just waiting
At my fingertips.