Yoga Body

Yoga Body

A few years back I attended a high school reunion. One of my strongest memories of the evening was when a classmate noted, as I was changing into a cocktail dress, that I have a “yoga body.” Truth be told, I was a little disappointed by the observation...
Repeating Myself

Repeating Myself

New York City is in some ways my home. I mean, I was born there in a hospital that grew out of a facility originally founded by Elizabeth Blackwell. While I’ve lived in Albany for decades, there will always be a place in my heart that belongs exclusively to my...
American Dirt

American Dirt

Now that I’ve outed myself as a librarian, we may as well talk about books. Or book, as is the case at the moment. Last week I finished reading American Dirt by Jeanine Cummins and I’ve been thinking (and talking) about it ever since. American Dirt came to my...
Plotting An Author Visit

Plotting An Author Visit

Have you ever attended an author visit? I’m not talking about a big public event, like we are fortunate to experience locally via the NYSWI, when well read and inquisitive individuals file into a large space on their own volition. No, I mean an auditorium filled with...