About

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I’m a beer swilling, cheese-curd-chomping Midwesterner who grew up in Wisconsin and now lives in Minnesota. As much as I love the Midwest, I love leaving it even more. I leave physically by travelling as often as I can. And I leave imaginatively by reading books—loads of them. My mountains of books partially make up for the flat lands in which I reside. This blog documents my adventures, past and present, in reading and traveling. Many of my posts are about books. They will be categorized, though, under the geographical region in which they are set, rather than by author or title.

36 thoughts on “About

  1. Thanks for the follow and I shall return the favor. Love “My mountains of books partially make up for the flat lands in which I reside”, you clever girl you. Look forward to hanging out with you.

  2. Thanks for taking the time to check out my blog and for the follow. I’m usually much more active, but I’ve been rather ill, lately. Hoping to get back to it soon. I look forward to following your interesting blog. Hope your day was a good one.:)

  3. Hello Debra, Thanks so much for following ‘From Ethiopia, with love’ we really appreciate it and it’s introduced me to your blog which is fascinating. As we packed for the move to Ethiopia we included picture books and stories for our girls but didn’t have room for any books for the grown ups in the family. We’re now getting e-books when we can and your site will certainly prompt a few new selections I’m sure. All the very best, Salli

  4. As a former resident of South Dakota and Minnesota, I completely understand your “escape” through literature. When I was too poor to buy books, the library was my haven and saved my sanity for seven winters. The rest of the year I spent outdoors reading. I feel fortunate to have found your blog hope that you will follow me, as well, so that I can read many more of your posts.

    • Thanks for visiting my blog, Patricia. It’s nice to connect with fellow Midwesterners/English professors! I have indeed started following your blog and look forward to reading it! Keep in touch.

      • Indeed, my life would have been impoverished if it hadn’t been for the Bookmobile which visited our school once a week where I discovered Nancy Drew, Anne of Green Gables, and many other adventurers . Students were sent down one at a time. Looking back and seeing myself as a child standing in that darkened bookmobile parked on the playground, I can still feel the awe, the mystery, the solemnity, the sacredness of being surrounded by books and holding their treasures; to walk home with my new library book began a journey and a mission that continues six decades later.

      • I don’t remember a bookmobile in my childhood, but we did have an actual library! I loved going there so much that my mother complained that I always had my “nose stuck in a book.” I still do.

  5. Debra, Your Sub-Saharan tale could also be the Moroccan tale, especially in its souks. You captured the walk of the alien encounter. In less than five steps or two steps bemused discomfort followed by the search for safety replaces cultural intrigue.

      • Debra, In Ourzazate, Morocco, I went to my hotel recommended by Trip Advisor, and I heard a knock on my door, glad to be there after being followed and spoken to for ten minutes by two men selling flowers. I did not answer it because I did not want to acknowledge this was my room. After a half hour, I went to the hotel desk, a desert hotel, and told the clerk he had told my room number to a Moroccan man who was knocking on my door! It was my best guess, and I was correct. The clerk buckled. I asserted that I would inform Trip Advisor if my privacy was invaded again.

        Later the hotel clerk referred me to a “good restaurant” where I did enjoy a good dinner; however, when the owner came out with tea and good English, engaging me in charming conversation, I finally relaxed from the flower men. However, soon a servant carrying a tray of silver jewelry to sell appeared. Once again I felt the anxiety. I left my dirhams on the table, went back to the hotel, and called my fellow teachers in Casablanca to inform them of my hotel and problems. I left early the next morning without speaking to anyone. I’ve always regretted not buying the silver jewelry, but my thought was I would die before morning and my teacher’s paltry purse would be stolen.

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