Nancy Heiss

We go through a lot of books in our house. We have  a lot of books, we borrow a lot of books, we read a lot of books. Books are everywhere, always. Going to the library is one of our favourite things to do (we've checked out 300+ books from our public library since moving here four months ago—and that's not including the books my kids have checked out on their own cards) but for me, the most cherished part of any library trip is when we come home from the library and my children spread their spoils out on the floor and devour them. There will be books piled up all around them and they read until their minds and hearts are bursting. They read to themselves, they read to each other, and they (endlessly) beg me to read to them. On our most recent trip to the library we picked up a book by Jean Little (one of my favourite authors) called Pippin the Christmas Pig . It was a sweet story the whole way through (even if those animals were incredibly rude to poor Pippin) but I was

I was born in a small town in southern Alberta, but have spent my life wandering. My husband, five children, and I are currently settling into the suburbs of Atlanta where we've recently embarked on a homeschooling journey. I've always had a passion for writing; in fact, I don't think I could survive without writing. I have boxes (and boxes) filled with journals, stories, and poetry, and have spent the past 14 years or so keeping a family blog up to date. Hardly a day goes by that I don't write something. It's what keeps me sane.

Nothing comes from nothing, which means everything must come from something. This, I suppose, is the something of this blog.