When I was in elementary school many moons ago, reading was one of the subjects that were taught. Penmanship, now referred to as Cursive, if it is taught at all today, was also an important subject to learn. I was always so proud when the teacher, or a grown-up or a friend complimented me on my lovely flowing script, (The Palmer Method). Those two subjects are just as important to me today as they were those many moons ago.
I love to read! There, I’ve said it, and I’m not ashamed to shout it out. Every time I open a book, it’s the start of a great adventure, an adventure that can thrust me into the future, to outer space, or send me back to the wild, wild west. With reading, I can get lost in another land, learn to make boeuf bourguignon, or teach myself how to grow beautiful flowers in my backyard. Reading is a joy and a privilege. It can open doors and shed light on things you never knew before.
I’ve written a book titled BOOK CLUB: How I Became the Ultimate Hard-core, High-handed, Card-Carrying Bibliophilist. I wrote my story in long-hand on a yellow pad before I transferred it to my computer. I read so that I can grow. I read so that I can answer questions on Jeopardy! I write letters that travel by snail mail to my loved ones. I write even though Penmanship may be a dying art.