I’m excited to announce our second My Purse Strings Virtual Book Club selection, the novel Moloka’i by Alan Brennert. (Note, there are several books with this title so make sure you get the right one). Last month, we read Small Great Things by Jodi Picoult. The book is 405 pages. Note: As an Amazon associate, I may receive a small fee if you make a purchase
When I was a kid, we didn’t hand out Valentines to everyone in our class (and they were not at all Pinterest worthy). In sports, we didn’t all receive trophies for participating. And, we didn’t have to feel guilty about not inviting the entire class to our birthday parties. Egos got bruised for sure. Oh, how times have changed. Despite our best efforts to protect
For our first My Purse Strings Virtual Book Club selection, we will be reading Jodi Picoult’s SMALL GREAT THINGS. The book is 481 pages. Note: As an Amazon associate, I may receive a small fee if you make a purchase through one of my links. *If you are here for our book club questions, scroll all the way to the end of this post and you
I was an English major, an English teacher, I read during my long commutes, I finished books on vacation. And then I had kids and it all stopped. My free time consisted of watching the news, Netflix binging and getting sucked into social media. Joining a book club may have singlehandedly done more to improve my sanity than anything else since becoming a parent. I
Although we may be registered Democrats, Republicans, or Independents, we are parents first. And as parents, how do we guide our children in this post-election world, teach them tolerance and kindness, and empower them?
Like many of you, my children accompanied me to the polls on Election Day and helped me cast my ballot. They knew the names of the candidates and that they both hailed from our home state. They listened to their speeches. They accepted TV news programs as background noise. They knew that one candidate was a businessman and that the other had a chance of becoming the first female President. I talked about the election a lot.
Yet, as much as I thought my children knew, they didn’t actually get it. They didn’t understand the significance of the democratic process. My son compared the election process to the cookie voting that took place in his second-grade class, albeit absent the electoral college. My five-year-old daughter concerned herself more with the workings of imaginary kingdoms and her chances of becoming a princess than our democratic government.
Today’s highlights include a whole lot of misbehaving, a whole lot of reprimanding, and fifteen minutes of sheer bliss. In the middle of the afternoon, I asked both of my kids to take out a book. I set a timer and we all read silently. My five-year-old does not read but she sat leafing through the pages. When they each tried to interrupt the silence, I actually shushed them. I took a deep breath and finally relaxed. I sat and read an entire chapter of my own book. It was magical.