It’s the end of the semester, and students started sending me messages of gratitude. I inspired them, I changed their lives. And it’s nice.
But it doesn’t give me anything like the feeling I get when people tell me here on the blog that they’ve read a book I recommended and loved it.
Teaching is a profession that loves me. But my true love is something else.
Of course, none of it comes anywhere near to the pleasure I derive from being a mom. That’s obviously in a category of its own. And a wife. I love being a wife. But beyond that, it’s talking about books that is my thing like nothing else in life.
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