What better time is there to stock up on books than January? When I think of winter reading, I picture myself snuggled beneath a fleece throw on my couch, a fire going in our woodburning stove, perhaps some candles burning, a mug of tea or hot chocolate nearby, and blissful silence. Add a ca…
Seriously? Yes, seriously. Imagine my surprise when I read that the hand gesture for okay is NOT okay. No, I haven’t lost my mind. The PC powers that be have determined that forming an O with your thumb and index finger is somehow associated with white nationalist groups.
I read two to three books a week, mostly mysteries with the occasional nonfiction or literary selection tossed into the mix. How can you not love a book that keeps you up late into the night because you can’t put it down?
As I pondered what to write about for Christmas, I mentally thumbed through previous columns on Christmas music, Christmas cats, and Christmas trips. What would it be this year? Initially, I considered favorite childhood Christmas gifts.
I’m not one for making New Year’s resolutions. Sure, there were all those years when I resolved not to gain the usual five pounds I put on every winter. That never worked. The good news is I managed to take the pounds off in the spring, though that challenge seems to get harder every year.
If you’ve ever been owned by a cat, you know about cats and doors. Yes, you read that sentence correctly. Anyone who has a cat at home realizes it is the cat who does the owning and not vice versa.