I Do Not Slide Down
It was one of those random Facebook posts – open the nearest book to page 45, read the first sentence on the page, and it will tell you how you see love. The nearest book was The Reconstructionist by Josephine Hart. A favorite of mine, beautifully written. A book that I owned a while ago, it was lost when I loaned it to someone who never returned it. It was always that way with hardcopy books – you never loaned out anything you loved, because unlike many other things, if you… Read More »I Do Not Slide Down