What's wrong with this photo? I wish I could tell you this stack of partially read magazines next to my bed is the only pile in my house. It isn't. It's just the most visible (and believe it or not the least embarrassing).
I worry about the future of magazines, so many of my favorites have ceased publishing (oh my dear Domino how I miss thee). I feel a strange sense of responsibility to renew my subscriptions, even though, obviously, I have no time to read them anymore. Many of these are not magazines I ordered. They are the substitute magazines I receive when my long loved favorites move on to greener pastures. I even renew these substitute subscriptions because, well, I have a problem. A longstanding, deep rooted problem.
I had some time on our long drive home from Seattle to go through a snippet of my magazine backlog. I read some interesting articles that I'm going to share during the next few days. Things that amazed me and I think will amaze you as well - though everyone might already know these things, I'm not sure - I don't get out much.
Does anyone out there have this magazine "letting go" problem?