It started out like any other trip to the book store. I packed up my daughters, promised them each a book, and we headed out to the “big” book store I wrongfully love called B&N. Why wrongfully? I’m pretty sure there’s a boycott attached to the store somewhere, something I once supported, and probably still do. And, while I paused for a moment to reflect upon exactly why I wasn’t supposed to go to B&N, I needed two more books for school and the book store that’s...
