Every Tuesday night, after I have faced an entire Monday and the First Day That is Not Monday and therefore basically a holiday, I collapse exhausted in front of our television for the one and only night each week that I get control of the remote. I go to my DVR list and push play on the previous night’s episode of Dancing With the Stars. And I am surprised and delighted and deeply moved every single time.
I’m reading a book right now that references Charles Darnay as the man that no other man could live up to. Two chapters in and I officially adore this book.* I don’t think I’ve told you about the first time I read Tale of Two Cities. It was Language Arts III, I think. My mom was the teacher, and she took us through it line by line as we worked