Sometimes a book makes me stop reading. Not because it’s terrible. Not even because it’s amazing. Just because I finish it and want to keep reading that same book. But because I don’t have another space memoir/history of clogging tome/literary novel about cherries available, I can wander away from books. There are many upsides to …

Last night I dreamed I was in a store and came across a Jessica Fletcher version of Clue. And then I had a huge debate with myself over purchasing said most-amazing-thing-ever, as I feared someone would have already bought it for me. I woke up this morning to a world with no Lansbury-esque board games. …