I wrote a poem for you
like I do every year
but this year
I don't feel like sharing it.
But I do want the world to know
I miss you.
5/30/72-8/27/07 |
I wrote a poem for you
like I do every year
but this year
I don't feel like sharing it.
But I do want the world to know
I miss you.
5/30/72-8/27/07 |
In Chinese culture, they say they see a bunny--not a man's face--on the moon. Do you see it?
I also made some 8.5x11 posters for parents and teachers to hang to help explain the voting process to kids:
I almost forgot today
was the day
the number
the time
the date
I'm forgetting
all
those
things.
But
you
I will always remember.
5/30/72-8/27/07 |
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| This is just the design! The printed piece will be gold and shiny! |
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| These are also more beautiful in real life! |


Little Snow's Mommy stuffs his Big Bed with feathers and sews it shut. With this activity you can stuff a small paper bed with feathery tissues and "sew" it shut with a two-sided sewing card. There is even a jumping Little Snow cut-out to insert in the top of the bed. Hang this craft from the ceiling to remind your young reader that one boy's bed may be another child's storm cloud.
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I’ve been trying to embrace vulnerability (I’ve been reading Brene Brown’s books), so when the Mock Caldecott buzz began to whisper about my book, I decided, instead of trying to be cool and block it out, to just get excited and enjoy it. I mean when you think about all the amazing books out this year, being considered is pretty incredible. However, I also knew that the odds of getting anything were pretty slim—again, think of all the amazing books!! So, while I was enjoying the dream, I did also truly believe there would be a bubble pop at the end…and to pre-comfort myself I actually purposely splurged and scheduled a massage (something I rarely do!) for the same time the awards were to be announced. I thought it would be a nice way to feel special when the dream ended. To my surprise, it turned into a celebratory massage!
So, on the morning of the awards, I turned the ringer on my phone (another thing I rarely do!). I did think of it often, but luckily the daily chaos of getting my daughter to school, etc. made it impossible for me to wait by the phone! Around 9:30 EST, there was still no call, so I resigned myself to being unmentioned and thought, “So glad I booked that massage!” and continued with errands, slightly sadly. About 15 minutes later, my husband and I were walking out of our local grocery store, when my pocket started ringing. I think I said, “Oh, my gosh!” and my husband said, “Oh! Awards committee!” and it was!
So, we were outside on the sidewalk-- in front of people coming in and out of the store and in front of traffic and dirty snowbanks--when the committee told me I had won the Honor. I kept thinking, “Is this for real?” and then I started tearing up because it was for real, and not a dream, even though it was a dream I’d had for so long. I actually got off the phone with the committee as fast as possible because I was crying and I was embarrassed!