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It was Tuesday, February 14, 1967. Valentine’s Day in my kindergarten classroom. It was going to be an exciting day. Cards from friends, and special treats. We were sitting in our seats after morning work, and the teacher Sr. Jean showed us 2 paper bags. One had “girls” written on it, and the other had…

We were all littles before we were grownups. This is my school picture in kindergarten. The red bow! (Each grade had a different color). Our classroom was in the convent next to the kitchen, and the rest of the grades were in the basement of the church. I have so many memories of that year.…

It’s Brin’s birthday eve. And I wrote this for her…….. ELEVEN Eleven is great! Two ones standing straight. But here is a question to ponder. Am I a very old child, or a really young adult? This is what I often wonder. Sometimes I feel little, sometimes I feel big. And these changes occur without…

It is only fitting that I write about my Dad this Memorial Day. I can’t say that I remember reading books with him, because he was a fantastic storyteller who didn’t need one. My favorite memory of Dad is telling the story of Jack and the Beanstalk. My sister and I had canopy beds, and…

Science has shown that reading to your baby in the womb promotes brain activity and can promote early literacy skills and language development. But most important, this lucky baby will be born into a world with familiar voices, and loving connections to her family!

Hey World! Stevie here again. I already mentioned that I am at the beginning of a new chapter in my life. The roles I have had in the previous chapters of my life as a child, daughter, mother, student, kindergarten teacher, writer, and grandmother, have all had meaning and allow me to proudly stand on,…