Strewing in Our House

When I was a child bedtime kicked off with a trip to my parents’ room. It wasn’t a place I was usually allowed to hang out but at bedtime my mother (usually it was Mom, but on rare occasion it was Dad) stretched out on her bed and began to read aloud to me. When I was very small it was simple story books. As I got older and my attention span grew it became chapter books. The Little House series, Nancy Drew, Little Women, and more were my picks for bedtime stories. Continue Reading