I don’t remember what I was reading in first grade…or second…not even third. I begin to have vague recollections around fourth with Roald Dahl’s The BFG and The Babysitter’s Club books. There is nightly tradition in my house. My son and I curl up in my bed with the book we’re currently reading together. We …
My six year-old informed his older sister, who is in high school, that the text he’d just read was, in fact, informational text. The implication being it was fact and she should not argue with him. I’m raising a future debater. I can just feel it.
My son is now in Kindergarten. This week his first school book order arrived. He had poured over the book order forms and placed an “x” next to each item he wanted. When he brought his new books out for me to see, he cradled them in his hands like something fragile. My heart swelled.
I found this little gem while researching for my novel. It comes from a collection of Caroline Henderson’s writings in a book called Letters from the Dust Bowl. “In reality, education can only be attained by personal effort, and should be for each a continuing process, ending only with life itself, or possibly then just …
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