Today, I am pleased to welcome out first guest writer: my friend Brenda, who is a blogger and a parent herself. Below is her wonderful piece about family literacy.
It is hard for me to imagine a home without books in it. From the time I can first remember, I have memories of being read to and of reading myself. My constant and most favorite form of escape during my troubled teenage years was reading. I was one of those children to fall easily into a made up world, so it was easy for me to implant myself into the made up world of books. I remember being dropped off at the county library for hours. I was never afraid; I loved being surrounded by thousands of books, and relished the idea of getting to read some of them in a quiet organized space.
