I had this grand plan to open a bookstore in our tiny town once the kids were in school. I’d sit on my duff reading books all day and frown quizzically at anyone who had the audacity to enter my store. There’d be cushy leather armchairs and a lovely stone work fireplace with my top picks along the mantle. The shelves would be a warm grainy wood and the walls would be painted in shades of moss[...]
