It’s interesting what we attach ourselves to and the meaning we ascribe to objects that somehow, over years, become important not in functionality but just in being.
books
Happy Mother’s Day, Mrs. Weasley!
As far as the Literary Mother of the Year awards go, Mrs. Weasley became a contender from the moment she helped Harry Potter get onto Platform 9 ¾ in the first book.
That One Book
There are two kinds of readers. The first is that precocious kid who was reading before pre-k. The kid whose parents didn’t know what to do because he had already read every book on the (enter grade level) curriculum and… Read More ›
Burn the Books, Save the SparkNotes
I have a confession to make. I hate The Scarlet Letter. I hated it in High School. I hated it in college. I hated it in Grad School. That might not seem like such a big deal to you, but… Read More ›
Reading Log Lies
Most nights, I go to sleep wondering if I am teaching my son to lie. It’s true. Straight up. Full disclosure. Maybe it’s because he’s the fifth child. Or maybe it’s just that I’m older. But every night when I… Read More ›
Lessons from Stephen
It’s Stephen King’s birthday this week. Saturday, to be exact. I’ve been a Stephen King fan for quite some time now. I picked up Pet Semetary when I was in ninth grade. At the time, everyone was passing around VC Andrews’ Flowers in… Read More ›
Meeting Neil
I came to Neil Gaiman in a backwards sort of way. A student of mine, Alex, brought American Gods into class and told me that I had to read it. I, of course, took the book, thanked him, and proceeded to… Read More ›
This is Neil Gaiman We’re Talking About Here
In a few days, I am going to meet Neil Gaiman. As excited as I was when I first volunteered to work at his book signing, I am now, a week before, completely panic stricken. I mean, this is Neil… Read More ›
Summer Reading
Not that kind of summer reading. I’m talking about the assigned kind. A few years ago I wrote an article about summer reading and how ridiculous it was becoming. Unfortunately, not much has changed. So in honor of my children… Read More ›