In this time of brick and mortar closings and everything emerging online , I try with all my heart to get as much time as I can at my favorite book store. When borders died, I cried, it was my Friday night essence. To browse shelves of how to write, what, when where to write. Magazines on writing and reading. I introduced my two year old great grandson to books, to my favorite bookstore. The store had a kids section. He watch the kids run around read and explore books then at the end we returned home. He gazed up at me with those large brown eyes and said “grand mom I like your bookstore”. My being was full…..we go once a month.
Naiobi Poetry 