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Continue reading →: How to Use Libby (and Get All the Free Books You Can Handle)If you’re a reader, a wannabe reader, or just a tired human trying to scroll less and feel something again (hi, it’s me), let me introduce you to the app that changed my life: Libby. Libby is your free, magical portal to so many books, available to borrow instantly from…
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the wartime book club
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Continue reading →: the wartime book clubOkay, giving something a shot here. I was asked to help advise the York County Library System on their first-ever Give Day campaign, Literacy for Change (as I historically have a thing for organizing big fundraising chaos). But this time, it’s personal. This summer I read The Wartime Book Club…
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Continue reading →: The Mystery of Hulk Hogan on the Rail TrailSo yesterday, my husband shared with me this post from our local Retro York Facebook Group. It was a tribute to Hulk Hogan, who passed away at the age of 71. They remembered him fondly for all the times he biked the York County Heritage Rail Trail, especially around Hanover…
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Continue reading →: That Time Dateline Came to My HouseWhen I first moved back to York from New York City, I didn’t really know anyone anymore, so I spent a lot of time online. To my surprise, not only were York locals on Twitter, they had built a whole community around it—anchored by the hashtag #iloveyorkcity. That story—about how…
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Continue reading →: to my daughter on her 13th birthdayHolden, Holdy, H, Ma’am, Bruh, You are 13 today. Officially a teen. A teenager. An upper schooler. A menace. A delight. This past year has been, in a word, wild. You started 7th grade at York Academy, and girl, it was a TIME. The transition to upper school was not…
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Continue reading →: to my son on his 11th birthdayGatsby, GB, Geebs – Happy 11th Birthday, Geebs! 🎉 Last year, you hit the big 1-0 under the Hawaiian sun. This year, we’re trading luaus for layers as we celebrate in the Poconos, all thanks to yet another one of Holdy’s cheer competitions. This year you became a hair chameleon.…
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Continue reading →: to my daughter on her 12th birthdayHolden, Holdy, H, Turd, Bruh, You are 12 years old today. A tween. A pre-teen. Almost a middle-schooler. You’ve recently been described to me by observers as, “extraordinary,” “poised,” “so grown up,” “that cool city kid” and “brimming with confidence.” You are, of course, all of those things. You’re also…
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Continue reading →: to my son on his 10th birthdayGatsby, GB, Geebs, #60: you are ten years old today. I’m currently writing this on the 12-hour plane ride to Hawaii. We’re taking a family trip to Oahu to celebrate Duke and you and Flippy’s birthdays… so I’d say you’re already off to a pretty great 10th year. From repeatedly…
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Continue reading →: to my kid on their 11th birthdayHoldy, Holden (“are you mad at me?”), H Dawg, Turd: Happy Birthday and welcome to your 11th year on this planet. Your tenth year was quite a doozy. You went to your first “real” concert when we saw Jimmy Buffett last summer and fell in love with “Rocky Horror Picture…
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Continue reading →: to my son on his 9th birthdayGatsby/Geebs/Crapsby/Gibs/Mr. Spills — Happy Birthday! You’re 9 today, Kid. Another year has passed of you being an absolute weirdo. We’re over Michael Jackson now and we’re firmly into basketball. You are a whiz at knowing players’ names and stats and histories, and even personal lives. You always ask us who’s…
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