This morning I made my way down the hall in the dark, thinking I would read a while and fall back to sleep. I quickly discovered it was later than I thought, the sky already lightening. I’d slept through the night — and there’s always joy and excitement in that!

It’s with similar joy and excitement that I write today to celebrate 12 years of blogging: a dozen years of collecting my thoughts and sending them out into into the world, a dozen years and 3,643 posts. 

As I figure out this new writing life, A Walker in the Suburbs remains a constant. It’s a laboratory, a playground, an experiment. It’s where I celebrate books, travel and the strange little thoughts I have.

And on this clear, bright February 7th, my birthday wish for the blog is … more of the same.