The last day of February is here, full of buds and birdsong. Before I plunge into the beauty of spring, I want to remember, with a grateful heart, the blessings of January and February. My littlest boy, who prayed for snow, running in the falling flakes and thanking God! The margin of January, waiting to […]
Category Archives: Children’s Book Moments
This morning, on my way out the door, I glimpsed a vase of roses on the mantel. When did my husband sneak those inside without me noticing? Deep red and romantic, their message is clear. Before I met that giver of roses, the meaning of flowers wasn’t always so apparent. When I was a teenager, […]
Recently I passed a sign at a nearby recreation center that read: “BALLET BELLY DANCING CLASS!” A tiny remembering part of me lit up inside, whispering, “Maybe you should sign up.” Simultaneously, every other part of me screamed, “Absolutely not! You’d be miserable with embarrassment!” That wee whispering part of me was born the first […]
Dear Jess, When you asked me to send you a picture of “little Carol,” and one afternoon I looked through old photo albums to grant your request, I had no idea you were plotting to give me my own Kirklin/Tudor picture book. (I will treasure it always!) Your generosity, it seems, is limitless! A few […]
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul . . . Emily Dickinson I was struggling with contentment. The city felt crowded, scary, and full of sadness. My husband works hard to provide this lovely old home in a safe neighborhood, but I was having trouble being grateful. As usual, I was […]
It can happen beneath a starry sky, during a prayer of sincere thanks, upon hearing laughter spill from a tiny child, and almost always while watching the sun rise over the ocean: heaven draws near. I’ve been noticing the “thin places” all my life without having a name for them. While reading one of Shauna […]
Have you ever experienced the scent of bluebonnets? I don’t mean holding one to your nose; rather, the aroma that floats on the breeze over a blooming field of blue. Walking through a meadow last weekend, alone with that sweet scent, I cried. It was too much beauty to contain. They were, of course, happy […]
He says riding feels like flying. Wearing that ball cap, grinning, he looks like he did when we fell in love at 19. Strangely, I can’t recall a single motorcycle on the illustrated pages of a picture book. Ralph, riding a toy one in the middle-grade novel The Mouse and the Motorcycle is little comfort. […]
Have you ever met someone whose storytelling ability is even more wonderful than the stories themselves? I haven’t met Kate DiCamillo face to face, but when I’m reading her work, I’m astounded by the tapestry of her words. Simply by describing a setting, this master storyteller can spin my mind into a place rich with […]
When I was a child, The Little House by Virginia Lee Burton, was my favorite book. In it, a country cottage endures trials (urban sprawl), only to be transported, in the end, to her former life in the paradise of the countryside. The problem with my girlhood love of this book is that it […]
