I haven't been very good about posting things from the paper lately. So here we go. A column about beating the heat and a longer piece about the pleasures of sharing books aloud.
You know what I'd like to do? Two columns a week for the paper. It would be a challenge, but I think I'd enjoy it.
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So if you had asked me the read-aloud question I would have said that reading The Penderwick's was my favorite. It was a crazy year in our lives when we first moved but the husband didn't have his job settled in Utah yet so I was single parenting. And we had this weird schedule at school where the kids were on the late start so we had this extra morning time that we weren't used to. I read The Penderwick's on my own then immediately bought a copy and read it to my kids over breakfasts. It was one of the last times we all read a book together, although since the youngest wasn't 1 yet he didn't really get it but he was there in his high chair so to me that counts for something. And reading it made me feel like everything would be okay -- I hope that's what my kids got out of it too. If not, at least we got something new to yell, "Gooseberry Louse!!"
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