The time I've spent telling stories with my sons is one of the greatest treasures of my life. It has created a special bond between us, something that no one else does for them.
The golden retriever with the giant smile and giving heart continues to see the good in any situation and brings joy to others wherever she goes.
Let the power of this book continue to resonate, even as we face all sorts of new wild things in our own lives, in the American landscape, and around the world. Let us make the hot suppers for each other.
Grandma helped me write this letter to you. I am two fingers-old, so I haven't learned how to do letters yet. Please don't bring the toys MY PARENTS WANT for me. Bring me the list of things I WANT, instead!
Todd had trouble with reading throughout his childhood. And as anyone with little kiddo and a Todd Parr book will tell you, Todd's own books are inspiring kids everywhere to get excited about reading. Sounds like little Todd Parr needed, well, Todd Parr. Our hangout with Todd was brief but meaningful. What did we learn from Todd?
Bedtime is my most cherished and trying time of day. I love cuddling in a chair with my kids and reading that extra chapter. But the bedtime period is tough, not just because I'm exhausted, but because I know that creeping bedtimes directly impact the health and development of my growing children.
There is only one way to prepare people who live near an active volcano for a life-threatening eruption -- evacuation. But when? How accurately can we predict when it will blow? How do we measure volcanic activity?
I actually have become a Little Golden Books buff. And since then, I've been absorbing lore about the creation and publication of this special series of children's books.
"Do you know how many books with boys in them I read?" she said. "You should read girl books, too. Not reading them just because they're about girls is sexist." I'm pretty certain that what my 9-year old told her classmate was more than most adults can muster.
I have a box filled with favorite books read to my boys when they were quite young. Many of them have "dog-eared" pages, finger prints, little tears. Just touching them brings back innumerable memories of hours spent with each of them on my lap as I read these books.
At the end of the day, prejudice, bigotry and racism is taught by the adults in our lives. Children aren't born knowing to hate or misunderstand; it's fostered by parents, role models, and viewed situations.
Inspired by a school assignment, I wrote my daughter a story. A short, sweet, rhyming bedtime tale about dreams and adventure. It was our evening closure. Although she would have never remembered, or held me to it, I promised I would make that story into a book.
Alas, my bloodshot eyes remind me that not everyone is teachable. I've long since figured out a way to game the system -- and stay up notwithstanding the siren call of "goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere."
None of this misogyny rings true for a contemporary fourth-grade boy. Fourth-grade boys in 2013 know better. First-grade boys do. My own son knows that girls can do anything boys can do. It's not even a question.
We had been planning my October trip for months. Five days with my Bridget at the base of foothills woven with color. I couldn't wait to get there and begin our adventure. The first two days went according to plan. And then, on day three, it happened.
"I was two people. I was entertaining people in the living room and trying to find out the meaning of life in my bedroom. And kids don't get credit for having those thoughts and they do. They really do wonder about creation and so it was my way of relating to them on that level."
by Daniel Alarcón
by Donna Tartt
by Jennifer DuBois
by Julian Barnes
Published on September 24th, 2013