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.
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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 ›
Standardizing Creativity
File this one under asinine. Emphasis on the first syllable. A friend of mine shared a project that her child’s school launched this year. It’s a school newspaper. I know that doesn’t seem like anything extraordinary, but this is a very… 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 ›
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 ›