Reading spends a precious commodity: Time. The world is selling great media feeds to scroll through, yet books hold a special place for me. That’s why I started a reading routine. Each quarter, I read a small selection of books for professional and pleasurable needs. At the end of each quarter, I will tally up…

In March 2024, I began a reading routine. The inspiration to read more brought on a structure, a syllabus, and a reading list. Each weekday morning, I got out of bed, ate a cold breakfast, drained a pot of hot coffee, then started a timer while I read. On loose-leaf paper in an orange binder,…

I started out as a disgruntled writer. Revision didn’t come easily. Apathy came naturally. I resisted style and grammar, because why write? Why would it matter? Authors were adults with talent, not children with ideas. Yet I continued to read voraciously anyways. Books fascinated me. At age eleven, my mother gifted me a copy of…

In pursuit of perfection, my writing has hiked ridgelines and trudged through backwoods. I have moved mountains and never been able to walk a path that says, “This is good. This is enough. I’m proud.” Mercy comes with practice. Yet no matter how I’ve practiced, I circle the same signpost of acceptance. I’m unable to…