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Tailgating in Terlingua
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On Reading
How old were you when you fell in love with books and all that comes with them? The endless worlds, the abyss of possibilities, the characters with their private, inner thoughts you too have once had. The smell of the pulp wafting up as you turn the pages. The recognition of a feeling, the realization of a new way of thinking. My mom gave me my love for reading. Every night, before we were reading chapter books ourselves, my sister and I looked forward to story time when we piled into our parents’ bed and Mom would read a chapter to us from the likes of Laura Ingalls Wilder, Roald…
