The Library Was Always the Temple

As a little girl, I would disappear into the old Lake Hills library in Bellevue. It wasn’t grand or architecturally impressive, but it was magical to me. Later it became the Bellevue Regional Library. Then the Monroe Library. Every town I lived in, I found my library.

It felt like home.

When I started thinking about it, I realized my favorite stories had been quietly teaching me the same lesson all along.