Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. -- Mark Twain
gonna write you a letter
Like tons of others, I gobbled up all things Beverly Cleary
when I was a kid; I laughed at Ramona’s antics, wanted a dog like Ribsy, wanted
a paper route like Henry Huggins…and maybe had a secret crush on him too. There
was something familiar about Cleary’s writing, something that sucked you in
and made you feel at home, so I was glad to be returning to her work when I
picked up Dear Mr. Henshaw, 1984’s Newbery winner. (Cleary also has two Newbery
Honors for Ramona and Her Father (1978) and Ramona Quimby, Age 8 (1982).
Having read Dear Mr. Henshaw so long ago I only had a vague
memory of what it was about: a boy writing letters to his favorite author, Mr.
Henshaw. I didn’t remember the kid angst and emotions that Cleary gracefully
portrays through her protagonist, Leigh Botts,who is struggling with being the
new kid in town, his parents’ divorce, and a lunch thief—favorite part of the
book, the lunch box alarm.
I enjoyed rereading this book and the jog down memory
lane—thinking back on a younger version of me flopped on a bed reading. I still
love this book. Would I recommend it to kids? Sure.
Ages: Amazon suggests 10 and up, I read this when I was 8.
Every time we try to identify God, we are sure to identify what he is —
what she is certainly not. And the genius of God to dwell where we would
least likely look, within the depths of our own being, our own
shallowness, our own darkness, our own humanity. --Martin Sheen
My friend Pamerama was kind enough to share this great, On Being, podcast interview of Martin Sheen. I chose to read the podcast interview transcript instead, to I might better process Sheen's statements.
I too am Catholic, but you don't need to be to enjoy. Sheen examines his return journey to faith and spirituality, and it's just wonderful.
A great read before New Years revelry.
Happiest New Years' Eve to you and yours! Be safe, be merry, be young tonight!
We did it! ChicagoBoy and I did our first 5K together this weekend with his sister. Neither of us are runners--ChicagoBoy is an open water swimmer and way more athletic than I am--so our goal was just to finish in under our time goals. My goal was 55 minutes. I finished in 54.50!! And ChicagoBoy's goal was 30 minutes. He finished in 27something. WE. DID. IT.
These are the outfits I cooked up for our Turkey Trot (pun intended). Turkey feet and turkey faces, and turkey feathers too. ChicagoBoy was such a good sport for wearing these. I love this guy.
If you need to be reminded why you became a Librarian, or why libraries are amazing places, and still so relevant in the 21st century, watch this and be inspired.
“If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer If youre a pretender com sit by my fire For we have some flax golden tales to spin Come in! Come in!” --Shel Silverstein