Where the Crawdads Sing. This Book Will Wreck All the Other Books.

My grandfather was born Quentin Gerald Brown in 1919 in Blue, Oklahoma, a tiny, relatively unknown town near the border of Texas. From what I understand, when his mother became pregnant out of wedlock, they fled in shame from her family, toward his. From a more urban midwest city to the life of sharecroppers amidst the Dustbowl, where a lifetime of staggering poverty, profound loneliness, … Continue reading Where the Crawdads Sing. This Book Will Wreck All the Other Books.

Hibernation Requires Quality Entertainment.

Maybe it’s the weather. Although to be fair, we live in Atlanta, so if our friends and family from Chicago came down to visit today, it would probably feel like spring break. But even though we aren’t walking around in weather that is the same as Mt. Everest or Antarctica (seriously… Antarctica?), it is still cold. Okay… coldish. But I’m still blaming the weather for … Continue reading Hibernation Requires Quality Entertainment.