I’m a dabbler. A little of this and a little of that. Music, photography, and writing. Always the writing, but never enough time. Life keeps getting in the way. Stretched too thin.

When I was in elementary school, there was a ten-block area where I was allowed to explore on my own. I would tell my mother I was going for a ride and then head out on my bicycle.

I had a few favorite routes–down streets to admire the homes, or to the Dairy Queen for a soft-serve ice cream cone–but the #1 trip was to  the drugstore where I would climb up on a stool at the lunch counter and order a cherry phosphate for fifteen cents. Then I would walk across the parking lot to the white brick building next door. There were doctors’ offices on the first and second floors, but I was only interested in the business in the basement. I’d walk down a short flight of steps to visit the Atheneum Bookstore.

I must confess that I never bought a book there. I probably never had enough money with me do buy more than that phosphate. But there were comfortable chairs, and pillows on the floor. The proprietors always smiled and welcomed me and then left me alone. I could pull a book from the shelves, settle down on a pillow, and read, undisturbed.

Pure bliss.

My love for books started with my mother, who introduced my to her favorite authors and enrolled me in a childrens’ Classic Books book club: Heidi, Black Beauty, Little Men, Little Women, and (my favorite) The Peterkin Papers sat on the shelves in my bedroom.

But it was the Atheneum Bookstore where I could explore on my own, with no one steering me towards any particular book. I discovered authors and their voices. I understood the power of the written word. I delighted in the words of humorists, and the poets, and the novelists.

I discovered that the daily interruptions are fertile fields for material if we look at them in the right way.

And so I emulate and experiment. Practice and re-write.

I’m a dabbler, and I soldier on.

(And yes, my dog really did eat a lightbulb.)

All content Copyright Kate Lester 2014

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  1. Wow I love your life story I could picture you in that bookstore and for me walking into a book store is like a candy store lol, Happy I found your site.


  2. Hello!
    Thank you for following my blog. I know how many interesting blogs are out there and feel honored that you picked mine to follow. I hope my stories entertain and inform and my photos bring you joy and wonderment.
    I travel mostly local but try to always find interesting places. I have lived in several different places and dig through my archives of photos to bring glimpses into places I have been. Sometimes I post a recipe because food tells a lot about culture.
    I am not a professional photographer, so my photos are sometimes a little fuzzy and there are telephone poles and wires and other things along with what I was photographing. The older photos are 35mm, the newer are point and shoot digital and a few are Samsung Smartphone.
    I am new to blogging so if you have any advice or critique please drop me a comment.
    Thank you again for following and to quote Mark Twain: “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.” – Mark Twain
    Iris the Wanderer


  3. Umm … your dog ate light bulb … nice. I thought maybe I had the best story when my dog helped himself to the plastic part of a pair of scissors that were left on the table … but you win with the light bulb!


    1. Oh yeah, he ate the plastic grips on the scissors, too. Before that he found a Sharpie pen and chewed it up on my new beige sofa. Also 2 pairs of slippers, 2 pairs of leather gloves, a shoe…
      It’s not as if I don’t put things away.


  4. I’m so lucky to even be able to navigate around WordPress so posting a link is almost beyond me. BUT–I was nominated for the Harmony & Peace Award and returned the favor by nominating you. Your posts just crack me up every time. Thanks so much for the laughs, Kate.


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