When I am in a library or bookstore, I think about my mother and how she had an infinite passion for books and an unquenchable thirst for knowledge.

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Sometimes I think back to a teeny little bookstore called the Upland Newsstand on foothill blvd. In Upland, CA where we used to go and buy books.

It was always like a treasure hunt to actually find anything in the little bookstore because filled to the brim. For the most part it had no order whatsoever.

…just magazines and books stacked one on top of the other where you could spend hours of your time on a magickal quest.

It takes me back to another time and a moment in my life where, admittedly it was a crazier time in life? It was a simpler form of crazy.