It’s funny how you start to paint a picture of people’s lives when you’ve been around them long enough. I’m talking mostly about strangers here. My husband and I moved across the country, from Utah to Ohio, for the summer, and we now live in an apartment complex full of complete strangers. From my couch, computer desk, or porch, I can easily observe the world as it runs by with my day, and I’ve recently realized just how many pieces I’ve put together about the people in my community—without any conscious effort at all.
Read the full story »I’ve had to do way too much digging for interesting books lately, and it came to a head a couple weeks ago, when the only functioning computer at my local library blatantly refused to open its catalog. What is an impatient person to do with such insolent technology? Rummage through thousands of books in hopes of finding an underappreciated gem? Call me crazy, but okay!