Red Reading Boots
Little Peggy Ann McKay
“I might have instamatic flu,” said the young girl as her mother checked her in at the doctor’s office. “Let’s hope not,” her mother replied. Instamatic flu. Instamatic…flu…. The words bounced around in my head. “My mouth is wet, my throat is dry…” the girl said in half-hearted sing-songy voice as they took a chair in the
Bambi
by Melanie Heuiser Hill When I was 16, my aunt gave birth to twin boys. We did not see them nearly often enough as they were growing up (we were separated by several states), but the memories I have of those boys when they were little are clear in a way they are not with regard to my other
Tales from Shakespeare
by Melanie Heuiser Hill One of my favorite classes in college was a Shakespeare class. It was well-known, well-loved, hard to get into, and mandatory for all English majors. It organized my life the semester I took it. The rhythm it dictated was this: Arrive at class on Monday having read the assigned play and accompanying critical literature.
The Nativity
by Melanie Heuiser Hill It was my job to read to the children. There were many other stations — crafts and coloring, games and songs — all built around the most important task of the morning: The Trying On of the Costumes for the Christmas Program, which was to be held later that afternoon. I had my own little nook.
Red Reading Boots: Lucia Morning in Sweden
This week is full of preparations at our house. Lucia Day comes on Sunday and our household’s Lucia wishes to make the Lussekatter buns this year. I’ve learned not to stand in her way — she cannot be deterred. The magic of St. Lucia was introduced to our family fourteen years ago. It was a difficult December for
Red Reading Boots: The Tapper Twins
by Melanie Heuiser Hill I’m generally a reader of “traditional novels,” by which I mean novels that have chapters with titles, paragraphs with grammatically correct sentences, and perhaps the occasional complementary art under the chapter number. I’m intentional about expanding my horizons and reading graphic novels, hybrids, and the like…but I still have to be intentional about it, I’m
Judy Blume
by Melanie Heuiser Hill I had the extraordinary fortune of seeing Judy Blume a few weeks ago. I was going to say “seeing Judy Blume in concert” — that’s sort of what it felt like, actually. She’s a rock-star in my world. And she was interviewed by Nancy Pearl, no less, so the whole event felt like I’d won a prize and
Keeping Track
I’ve not kept track. Not really. I mean, I can peruse our many bookshelves and make a sort of list, but it would be missing things. What about all the library books we’ve read together? I was in a book discussion earlier this week with a woman who keeps A Reading Journal. She writes as she reads — notes and quotes, questions and
Mouse and Bear Books
by Melanie Heuiser Hill When I plan a storytime, I always plan for the kiddos first and foremost. But I do like to give a nod to the grownups who have brought them when I can — something they’ll “get” at a different level than the kids, a treasure they might remember from their own childhood, a book that will make them smile or laugh. The Mouse and
The Berenstain Bears
Last night, I was reminded of our family’s love of The Berenstain Bears books. (Happy Sigh.) Before I go any further in my homage, please understand — I’m not claiming these books are stellar literature. I’m just saying that we read a lot of Berenstain Bear books at our house once upon a time, and we loved, loved, loved them. And
Brambly Hedge
by Melanie Heuiser Hill When they were little, both of our kids had a fascination with anthropomorphic mice. One actually had a set of imaginary mice friends who preceded us into anxiety producing situations, of which there are many when you are a small child. These benevolent mice (who had names, specific jobs, and amazing vehicles of transportation) went
Enola Holmes Mysteries
by Melanie Heuiser Hill The summer’s roadtrip is behind us — a wonderful vacation had by all. We were in two cars this year due to different destinations at the start, but we met up for the second half of the week. The car my daughter and I drove was equipped with several audiobooks. The boys neglected this detail, probably
Mockingbird…
by Melanie Heuiser Hill We are talking a lot these days at our house about Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird and Go Set A Watchman. As a family we listened to To Kill A Mockingbird, narrated by Sissy Spacek, last summer on our vacation. Everyone in the car was riveted to the story…but both of the kids will tell you
In Which the Boy Cleans His Room …
by Melanie Heuiser Hill We’re at the one-month mark before #1 Son leaves for his first year of college. This is big for our family. (I realize it’s a big thing for every family, but it’s feeling particularly personal for us right now — indulge me.) It’s entirely right, he’s absolutely ready, and he’s going to a place that’s a good
Anne of Green Gables
by Melanie Heuiser Hill I received Anne of Green Gables for my tenth birthday. I fell in love immediately. Absolutely In Love — that’s the only way I can describe it. For the next several years, I received the next book in the Anne series each birthday and Christmas. I could spot the book in my pile of wrapped gifts — I have the