Friday, December 31, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies...
Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood."
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
~How the Grinch Stole Christmas
Sunday, December 5, 2010
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
With Halloween just around the corner, I'm feeling the spirit of the holiday and wanting to share some of the scarier books I loved to read at this time of year when I was a kid. I must have checked out In a Dark, Dark Room and Other Scary Stories by Alvin Schwartz every Halloween from the school library. The Green Ribbon story in it is still burned in my memory, probably because the girl's head is only held in place by that titular ribbon. I also distinctly remember my second or third grade teacher reading Bunnicula to us and being totally spellbound. As a kid I was easily frightened but I loved to be scared! It was enthralling, mysterious, and spine-tingling fun. One winter my family and some friends spent time in Lake Chelan and I remember cozying up in bed as the snow fell outside, and my dad telling us young girls a ghost story. He was a great storyteller, and that night he told us the story of The Hook Man- now, I can't remember much about it, except two teenagers being trapped in a car hearing the eerie, foreboding scrape of metal against the car doors and windows as the Hook Man approached, and we were petrified. I mean full on crying, sleeping with the lights on terrified! and we loved it! The more we shrieked and screamed the better. And that's what Halloween fun is all about.
Wishing you all happy haunting and more treats than tricks!
I stole this quote from a family I used to babysit for in grade school. They lived just down the street from me, so I started babysitting for them before I could even drive. They were the kind of family that had tons of interesting pictures, magnets, quotes and clippings stuck to their refridgerator and after the kids had gone to bed, I'd wait up for the parents to get home, hanging out in the kitchen with only a tiny black and white television with no stations for entertainment. So instead of watching that, I would read every single thing posted on their fridge. And this quote was at the very top, it was tiny and cut out of some old newspaper and just taped there, could almost have been skipped over. But I found it and I loved it. I memorized it and decided that when I had my own home I would use it too.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
I am back from my ahhhhmazing Hawaiian vacation and have my first writing class tonight. I'm a little ashamed to admit that I basically took the summer off from new writing. I revised and tweaked a lot of material I already had, but unfortunately I have nothing new to offer up in class tonight :(
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
I'd love to hear about other's favorite picture books you're into right now as well...
Monday, September 6, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
As a kid attending St. Matthews School in Seattle I remember loving library day. I think it was every Thursday afternoon that our class would line up quietly and head down the hall to the coziest place in the whole school.
I loved library day because it meant the librarian, sweet, little Mrs. Rutzel with her neat white bun would sit us all down on the carpet and we'd have story time.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
I just signed up for my second writing class with the wonderful Peggy King Anderson, The Magic of Writing for Children (Intermediate/Advanced)! Taking this class last spring was the single greatest step forward I took with my writing. Before Peggy's class I hadn't let a single soul read my stories- it was such a solitary process and I was terrified to share something so personal and close to my heart. The first time someone else reads your story aloud to a class full of critiquing students is beyond nerve-racking. Let's be honest, everytime is nerve-racking! Even as my heart beats overtime and I find myself holding my breath listening as another voice recites the words I know by heart, when it is all over I experience such an amazing sense of liberation. Writing is so much better when it is a shared, communal adventure embarked upon together with those who support, encourage and inspire you and your work. Peggy's class truly is a joy and her warm, enthusiastic, nurturing demeanor makes writing for children absolutely magical!
We had such a fantastic group of students last time around, I hope to see you and all your stories again this fall!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Our favorite story was one called "Quack!" Said Jerusha which tells the tale of a little duck's charming adventures as she grows up and soon has ducklings of her own. Seeing those illustrations again reminds me of how vividly the images captivated me as a child. I am beginning to realize now that some of my most favorite memories from childhood are those in which the people I loved read to me. It truly is the best way to instill a beautiful sense of wonder and imagination, spark creativity, open hearts and minds, and broaden horizons to the vast possibilities around us. Thanks to all the storytellers!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
I share my love with my mommy and daddy by giving snuggles, and hugs, and plenty of kisses. I share my love with my brother and sister when we play and laugh and cooperate cheerfully together. Every time I help out around the house, even when no one asks me to, I am sharing my love with my family.
When I gently pet my doggy and scratch his belly, I am showing him how much I love him. When I share my favorite toys or crayons or books at school, I am spreading love around for my friends and classmates to enjoy.
Every time I recycle, or plant a tree, or turn off the water when I’m brushing my teeth, I am sharing my love for Mother Earth. Whenever I lend a helping hand to someone in need, I am sharing my love with humankind. Even when I share just a friendly smile or give my compassion, my respect and my kindness to others, big and small, I am giving love to the world.
Love is the greatest gift one can give and receive. It is more precious than gold or silver or even diamonds. The most amazing thing is that when you share your love, you get more love back in return. The more love you give away, the more love will grow and grow, until one day it just might envelope the whole world!
Every time I share my love, my heart grows bigger. And when my heart grows bigger, I am filled with happiness from the top of my head way down to my toes. It tickles and tingles and delights my soul. Share your love everyday in every way you can and see for yourself!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Gatto is one of the only singing cats in Italy. He sings for the morsels of fresh fish, the flowers, and the warm applause that adoring guests shower him with after each performance. Most of all, though, he sings for his mother.