it chose me.

It was inevitable that fiction would choose me, that my world would become consumed by it. From the fairy tales my mother brought before me, to the fascinating living stories around me, to the nursery rhymes that incited such vivid images in my mind, to the billowing curtain in my childhood bedroom that, to me, [...]

ain’t nothing changed.

As much as I'm thankful and grateful for the journey of changes in this life of mine (it took a long time to fall in love with myself, for example; self-worth/self-respect/self-esteem came late for me, but those things came right when they needed to 👐🏾), some things remain exactly the same for your Square Peg. And [...]

breathe deeply.

Why I walk through the stacks and inhale.  Why I meander through libraries and bookstores, often with no intention of reading or buying, just trailing my fingers down endless rows of spines and consuming the sweet aroma of books.  Why books can be desserts, too. (I dedicate this post to my beloved Ms. Lindquist, who [...]

Goals.

Chair goals. Book shelf goals. Head wrap goals. Recreating-this-photo-in-my-apartment-one-day goals. I mean. Come on. For a proud melanin lady who loves books and sitting on her growing derrière (thank you, squats) and red lippy, this photo is everything. Incidentally, yesterday was National Book Lovers Day. I certainly hope you celebrated by sniffing some books and [...]

Favorite Author Spotlight: Flannery O’Connor.

I discovered her in college. I'm surprised we didn't meet earlier, being that--other than my actual home--I lived in the library stacks. I stalked books, really; grabbing whatever my greedy hands could locate on the shelves, investigating, searching, making friends with the Dewey Decimal system. That said, I find it intriguing that in all my library [...]