Last week, on a school day, our alarm went off and my husband and I did not jump out of bed. We lay there looking at the ceiling for a few minutes, you know, in dread. It was, as we call it, “time to wake the donuts,” and man, we really didn’t want to.
Author Archives: Karen Ruben
I once read about a woman who banned her kids from reading picture books because she believed her kids were beyond them and should be reading chapter books exclusively.
I have also heard, and I am sure you have too, about parents who forbid books like Captain Underpants, books that are slightly vulgar in a make-kids-fall-off-their-chairs-laughing kind of way.
Kids’ minds are so amazing. Their appetites for new information and ideas are so voracious that they sometimes remind me of Cookie Monster gobbling cookies. It’s a beautiful thing to behold and being reminded of it makes me so proud to be a contributor to CLiF’s blog.
Kitties always get a bad rap in fiction, don’t they? You never see an evil witch with a dog as a sidekick.
Even when they are the heroes or heroines, cats tend to be portrayed as sarcastic, cranky, and self-centered. They are the David Spades of the animal world.
There’s an acorn banging around in the dryer. Of course there is. That makes perfect sense.
It goes along with the rest of it: the gobs and gobs of “art” stuck with magnets to the fridge, the Lego guy in my shoe, the missing checks and stamps that someone (and I know who!) used to play mailman.
There is something about the truly awesome body of children’s books that tempts people to try to separate the cream from the chum. It’s just irresistible.
This week the New York Times noted two organizations that have recently published their lists of the 100 “best books” in children’s literature, the New York Public Library and the British charity BookTrust.
Can you imagine what it must feel like to be Superman and be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, especially when the world needs you the most?
The sheer joy of such a thing!
To realize you have the talent and the strength to burst through the constraints of the physical world and then finding the will to give it all you’ve got.
When I was a kid there was a vacant field in the middle of our block. It was a place from which almost all of us could hear our mothers calling when it was time for dinner, but it was hidden away just enough that we could pretend we didn’t.
In parenting, as in life, some days are better than others.
This was one of the others.
On a good day everyone gets to school and work on time, behaves, eats healthy food, and the fighting is kept to a minimum.