In no time at all, my eldest has made it to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and is now half way to the end of the book and the series itself. I have always wanted my children to love reading and this is a success I have no issue in claiming. We know our … Continue reading They need to see me read, not because I have to, but because I want to.
I began reading Ms. Marvel comics long before Disney began developing the idea for the television show. I found comfort in Kamala Khan’s story and I related to the disconnect she sometimes felt between her faith and her identity. I envied that she had Carol Danvers to look up to and I felt grateful that … Continue reading Ms. Marvel
David McCullough died just a few days ago. I grew up around history books. They lined our shelves and I had access to any of them. Learning about who we are and how we came to be was always viewed as a good thing, at least that's how I remember it. McCullough's name was on … Continue reading If they were marble gods…
It’s natural to look at the past of the United States and vilify it. This country has done horrific things and it is not the land of freedom we teach children to sing about. But, like any group of people, very few communities are all bad or all good. We’re human and with that humanity … Continue reading Why wasn’t she in one of my books as a kid?
Years back, when I was first beginning to consider being a teacher, I was given a copy of Frindle. It’s a book about how we alter dictionaries over time, how we make words become words, and how language is magical. Language is history, a time stamp, an ever changing record that tells us who we … Continue reading Frindle.
Books are amazing and libraries are wonderful, but they aren't the extraordinary ones. Media specialists are the bees, flitting and humming, buzzing around and touching here and there, always helping people in the garden of words and letters know which ones taste best and just right for them. They make something ordinary feel like a … Continue reading Feed the monster.
In 8th grade, I enjoyed dressing up as Aphrodite for a school project. My classmates and I were each given a particular Greek deity to study. We developed our costumes, what we would say about ourselves, what people believed about us, and more. As a young teenager during the purity movement, I think I felt … Continue reading I am Aphrodite.
My children love Xavier Riddle and the Secret Museum. Xavier Riddle is important to me specifically because of its work in representation, which I’ll share about during another post. Xavier Riddle was important to us as a family before Xavier existed, because of Brad Meltzer. Episodes of this excellent show are designed with Meltzer’s “I … Continue reading Xavier Riddle, Harriet Tubman, and Brad Meltzer
But just because you can never reach it, doesn’t mean that it’s not worth looking for. —-The Phantom Tollbooth Years ago, my now husband but then boyfriend, gave me my own copy of his favorite book. He was aghast that I had never read The Phantom Tollbooth, nor even heard of it. Though I haven’t … Continue reading The Phantom Tollbooth
I just finished Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone and, again, I loved it. Hogwarts is a beautiful world I can escape into, and like any good book, I learn something new about myself and the world I actually live in every time I come back to it. Sometimes, I learn something I wish I … Continue reading Thoughts on Harry Potter Book 1