Libraries matter. Here’s how one changed my life.

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Imagine my surprise when, one morning, I found myself tagged on one of the social media feeds by a library—The South Texas College Library—regarding a quote I'd once, made about libraries.

And, yes, I meant every word of it.

I grew up in libraries. I lived a block and a half from my elementary school, which kept its library open throughout the summer. That way, children could proudly complete the reading lists handed to them on the last day of school.

During one summer, I checked out every compendium it had of Broadway musicals by year, I read the scripts as if they were books. These massive volumes also had each musical's song lyrics, which I memorized. It didn't matter that I hadn't listened to their soundtracks. I could hear them in my mind.

Fast-forward fifteen years later, when I met the man who would later become my husband. He'd grown up in New York. Even as a pre-teen, he'd been taking the subway to Broadway, to catch shows: mostly musicals.

On many an occasion, he'd serenade me with show tunes. Imagine his surprise when this Georgia Peach, who (at least, back then), had never seen a Broadway show could sing along.

Libraries are my happy place. Now more than ever during this COVID crisis, I miss not being able to go into one. Thank goodness for curbside checkout, caring librarians, and digital book loans.

Libraries open our worlds beyond our physical reach. They open our minds to new ideas. They open our eyes to endless possibilities.

Libraries are where I learned to read.

Reading taught me to love fiction.

Loving fiction helped me learn to write.

Knowing that my books have given you a few hours of joy is my way of sharing my libraries with you.

—Josie

 

Got a favorite library? I invite you to post it with a comment. 

Here is one of my favorites: the Mill Valley Library (California), nestled in a grove of redwood trees, with a big homey fireplace, large windows, an outdoor deck, and a wonderful town history room.)

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Little fires everywhere…

Fire

Which, now have turned into large, dangerous, life-threatening infernos—for those who live near them, and those brave men and women tasked with fighting them..

They are all over the state of California, decimating our forests, many of which are old-growth redwoods, some a thousand years old.

My dear friend Emily posted this photo a day ago. It is a smoke plume from a fire burning near the Sonoma Coast.  The color of the setting sun, reflected on the water, is caused by the smoke.

The fires are not just in Northern California. They are roiling through hills, forests and homes in Napa, Sonoma, Solano, Santa Cruz, Alameda, Marin, and Mendocino counties.

The fires were started by lightning, which we rarely see here. And because we get virtually no rain in the summer months our dry forests are always at risk.

Lives, livelihoods, wildlife, have also have been lost or endangered.

It’s been a hell of a year. Northern California did not need this icing on its 2020 crudcake.  🥺😢🥺

You can read about it here…

—Josie