It’s all about the books

At its core, my story is probably similar to many of yours. Books, books, books as a kid, a teen, a young adult.

IN LIFE AND IN NARRATIVE

You, me, to some extent we are all palimpsests of our lives.

Flash nonfiction.

Can we just leave off selling to one another for a moment?

There are days when I grow weary of the seemingly endless mandate to sell, sell, sell. It’s not my happy place.

My 20-minute adventure in reading without corrective lenses

This past week, I was given the opportunity to wear a pair of eye-tracking goggles (and an EEG cap and a heart monitor) while attending a conference session, as a live demo of the way in which attention and engagement, which are the precursors to memory, are monitored in the moment.

Seven days, seven books — here’s the why

There’s been a Facebook challenge running around in my circle lately: post the covers of seven books you’ve loved, one cover a day, with no explanation. Each day, nominate someone from your network to do the same.

A brief glance backwards

I’ve lived my life buoyed by books.

When I was growing up, my most beloved gifts were books. Birthdays and Christmas, that’s what I asked for, that’s what I most anticipated — along with the bike that appeared one year, naturally. That was pretty special too.