Our neighborhood book club has been meeting for five years and lately it feels like we spend more time complaining about our lives than talking about books and I think we're all lonely but pretending we're just here for literature.
More people experience this than they realize.
A community is trying to become something deeper than its original structure allows but no one knows how to name that transition.
“Where Are You with Grief of losing a parent?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.