The Bibi Edit
Stories, Style & Substance
Stories, Style & Substance
Stories, Style & Substance

There used to be a time where reading a book felt like a sacred act. A kind of rebellion and reprieve from the noise of the world. When you open a book, you could lose yourself between the pages and…

For as long as I can remember, I have been the friend who cared. The friend who remembered birthdays, anniversaries, the date of someone’s driving test, the week of their interview, the month their parent passed away. I was the…