My sister recently relocated to our town, a fact that both thrills and frightens me. She and I haven’t lived within shouting distance of each other since our teenage years, and those years were passed mostly, um, shouting at each other. And now, two decades later, we attend the same public library. In fact, my kids and I were at the library when Auntie K registered for her FIRST EVER library card.
My sister rocks.
So does my library.