My Aunt Sherry lives in Peter Cooper Village. That’s in New York City near the East River. I’m staying over this week because it’s my birthday and Aunt Sherry is making me a party. I’ll be four. I can’t wait to be four. I’ll be a big girl then. Aunt Sherry has flaming...
From The Play’s the Thing Children’s Series This is an easy-to-read series for emergent readers. Written as short plays, it encourages parents and children to read together, each taking a role, to make learning to read an enjoyable collaboration. ...
While snow piles up in Vermont and New Hampshire, I have to buy a pair of sunglasses to shield my eyes from the bright Prishtina sun because it never occurred to me to pack my own. It is in the mid-fifties and I sweat a bit under the scarf and winter coat that I...
It’s Only a Game I was taught to see racism only in individual acts of meanness, not in invisible systems conferring dominance on my group. Peggy MacIntosh, White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack, 1988 I entered class that day with a bounce in my gait. My...
I always wanted a sister. It wasn’t just that I was a lonely only child. There seemed something magical about having someone that lived in your house, knew all your secrets, and shared your parents. But more than that, I was fascinated by there being a person on this...
