Let me tell you about Saturday mornings. I treasure them.
Friday nights are usually the nights when I get the most rest; unlike many of my millenial compatriots, I’m a teacher, and Friday nights are when I’m most tired. They’re usually reserved for rest, recuperation, Indiana Jones movies on Netflix, and sometimes catching up on writing, especially if I’ve neglected my journal that week.
This means that Saturday mornings I am dreamy and sleepy after a long snooze, and I’m HUNGRY. Let me also tell you this: one of my seniors was quizzing his younger cousin, playing the “you don’t know Ms. Pace as well as I do – ha!” game, and the younger student reported: “Well, I remember you telling our class that on Saturday mornings you make your own big breakfast, you drink lots of coffee, and you just READ.”
Dear readers, he’s correct. Saturday mornings are excellent for catching up on magazine reading, or looking through my favorite blogs, or reading poetry. Or for traversing more pages of whatever novel I’m reading. I rarely have as much focus to just read as I do on those mornings where I can push off all the to-do’s until later in the day. Mornings in my P.J.s can be lazy, but they’re also exciting, because I get to switch my attention (even if just for half a day) away from my work at school and towards myself, the care and keeping of my brain, and my reading and writing life.
So here are some things to entice you for your Saturday morning reading. 🌞
A little cleverness here: The Quick Brown Fox, A Memoir, by Alex Boyd. (Little Dog Poetry)
And beauty here: 3 poems by Roberta Williams (I like “Drought Years” the best). (Little Dog Poetry)
And reality here: 2 poems by Amanda Laughtland (Dying Dahlia Review)
Currently reading: River of Stars, by Vanessa Hua
Next on my list: