A GROWTH SPURT

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Experiencing change is a tornado of feelings all swooshed and swirled together to form something that is unrecognizable. I feel flickers of fear, specks of uncertainty, swirls of excitement, dotted with anxiety, all circulating in happiness. The force of change has left me unable to secure my footing. Its fast pace has left me dizzy.

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Although, this is a much welcomed change, in which I am in no means complaining, it has distracted me from writing, blogging and reading.

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My all time favorite quote.

To my WordPress family, I am slowly returning, I am just in a growth spurt right now. ūüôā

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Now What?

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I find I am clutching my mug of steaming hot coffee a bit tighter lately, grabbing for the throw blanket to burrito myself in more often than usual, and procrastinating a little longer before rolling out of bed or stepping out of the scorching shower. Winter has officially set in for Long Island. BRRR!

The garbage is filled with empty cardboard hearts, yes plural, and a new blemish has erupted on my chin (which for me, is unusual). We have gone through several sketch pads, glue sticks and packages of construction paper in this house. The DVR is empty, every book has been read, the toys have been played with and Logos have been built. We have beaded necklaces and bracelets, molded Play-Doh into mini animal shapes and even practiced some school work.

Its only Monday! SIX MORE DAYS! Six more days the kids are home from school and the snacks are depleting at an astounding rate!¬†Its too cold to go outside and after an unexpected vet bill, my budget is a bit tight. ¬†(Doggie is doing fine now ūüôā ¬†)

Its only Monday! Now what?

If it was up to me, I’d remain a burrito all week long reading, writing and editing. Sigh . . but that will not satisfy four energetic children. So does anyone have any great suggestions?


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What the Library Means To Me – Book Nerds Where Are You?

I wrote this some time ago for a library writing contest and won! I really couldn’t believe it. I ‚̧ the library! Here’s to my inner nerd!!

Why I Love my Library

Throughout my life, I have always been drawn to the library.¬† The large brick structure stands strong, protecting the authors and valued pages of literature that it houses.¬† As a child, during summer, I would walk through the automatic sliding doors, letting the icy cool air engulf me, leaving the hazy sun behind. I would browse the endless spines of eye-catching titles, printed in fancy calligraphy or block font. The choices were limitless, leaving me dizzy and indecisive.¬† The library was a good friend to me then, as I thumbed through the pages of my R.L. Stine, “Goosebumps” series, quietly sitting in the adult section, feeling mature at age 10.¬† The library provided me with one autobiography after another, as I obsessively read through volumes, on every person I recognized.¬† The library was calm, sensible, and willing to keep me company, until my curfew beckoned me home.

‚ÄčEventually, the library would become a tutor for me, as I researched information in the reference section, for countless hours, to prepare for a school report.¬† It was where I would seek help for my next Regents exam, or SAT test.¬† Sifting through books on biology and mathematics, the library supported me through my education, aided me, in reaching for a higher test score.

‚ÄčThe library is a second hand thrift store, where I could sit and browse through a respectable selection of books, and have the joy of walking out with ownership of a piece of literature, for only a dime. A small present for myself, purchased with the change rolling around on the bottom of my purse.

‚ÄčThe library is a knowledgeable mother, guiding me through parenthood.¬† Providing suggestions on ways to soothe a sleepless baby, tips on discipline, and holding my hand, when it came time for the ever-so-dreaded, potty training.¬†¬†¬† The library saw me through my challenges as a new mother.

‚ÄčThe library is a teacher, allowing me to learn about any topic, from filing taxes, to writing novels, along with the best ways one can explore Disney World.¬† I can sit and learn for countless hours, from the wisdom that the library embodies.

‚ÄčThe library is my office, where I went to inquire about civil service employment opportunities. It is where I go when my computer is down, or I need to make copies.¬† The reference desk awaits me, if my documents need to be notarized, or they simply require a staple.

‚ÄčThe library is both a coach and cheerleader, encouraging reading for all age groups, with rewards and prizes.¬† Ringing my phone and delivering good news, I can collect my winnings!¬† Generously providing my children with a weekly prize, and allowing them to be exciting about reading.¬† Graduating them through reading clubs, as they excel and develop their reading-skills.

‚ÄčThe library is a Mommy-and-Me, where I went to sing songs, and listen to fairy tales in the community room. My tiny tots would sit in my lap, clapping their chubby, little hands to the cheerful melodies.¬† As toddlers, my children engaged in the singing and dancing, playing with puppets, and a simple musical instrument or two.

‚ÄčThe library is an art class, where my children and I can walk in and decorate a treasure box, or color a wooden snake.¬† They can create a picture frame, or a present for Dad, for Fathers‚Äô Day. The library is inventive and creative, allowing us to leave with a parting gift of some sort.

The library is an app on my tablet. Access to a new and interesting read is just a few clicks away, anytime, anywhere.

‚ÄčThe library is a media super-center, generously providing the latest DVD releases, as well as the classics.¬† It‚Äôs where my family goes to plan an epic movie night.¬† The library provides music for an upcoming party, or just for my daughters, to sing and dance along to, in the living room.

‚ÄčThe library is a hideaway, for my four children, and I. It is where we go when the snow is piled high to our knees, and when the rain leaves the playground soggy. It is a place to escape to, as I did so long ago, when the summer sun beat down relentlessly.¬† My affection for the library is a trait, which I have proudly passed down to my children.¬† The library has provided countless bedtime stories, for their heavy eyes, and early-reader books, as they struggled to sound out each letter.

The library is a place that is expansive in wisdom, and an infinite source of creativity. The library is not just a building, but it’s a thriving part of our community.  The staff is warm and inviting, helpful and educated. The library is a haven for my family, where we are known by name. The knowledge, memories, and friends that we have gained, at the library, has made an indelible impression on the life of my family.

A temple where I can worship my passion – A trip to the book store!

Today, I trekked through the rain with two, of my four children, holding onto their little hands, as I pushed through the heavy glass doors of a book store. We crossed over the threshold into a new world, leaving the dreary, stormy day behind. The store was buzzing inside. Clusters of people were rummaging through clearance piles, others were waiting on a  winding line for their overpriced lattes, employees were attempting to rearrange the displays while being solicited for help by confused customers. Every wall, table and aisle was covered with intriguing titles of my next possible read. Crisp pages bounded together by glossy covers flirted with me, as I strolled past each aisle. My eyes scanned the shelves, top to bottom, occasionally pausing to pluck a contender out of its assigned place. I began to inspect it, briefly skimming through the details of the protagonists, the plot and setting. Is this where I want to be swept away?  It can be so difficult to decide.

In this space, my heart is awakened by the creative energy bleeding through each book, a temple where my passion can worship alike individuals. So much more to me than a store, a home for creativity and where I hope my work can one day live, standing tall among its peers and winking at each person as they stroll by.

Lost in this thought, I am in total bliss.

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I purchased Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty for book club.

Photo Credit: http://www.bncollege.com/retail/stores-within-our-stores/tech-store/