So, I’ve finally started reading again — at least some. I seem to go in cycles where I find lots of books that interest me that I am able to digest. Then there are those times when my attention span is two minutes or less — at best. I don’t know what that’s all about.
So the past few months have been a whirlwind for me. And I am not exactly sure why.
One of my most vivid childhood memories involves an animal, a coward, a hollow man, and a young girl in a blue checkered dress with a voice that made angels cry. And red, red, red ruby slippers.