Happy Mother’s Day!

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To all the moms out there in this crazy world, I wish you a beautiful, relaxing day with your child. Or children, if you are so blessed to have multiple!

Watch, listen, and remember. Notice, really notice, the wonderful creature you’ve helped create.

This is your kid. Your greatest achievement.

Even if you’re instrumental in finding the cure for cancer, it won’t compare to the importance of nurturing a little human into a big human.

All those nights without sleep,
the messy house,
the worry,
the hours spent shuttling the little monster hither and yon…
all worth it.

It’s about the survival of our species.

And that special bond between a mother and her child.

Close cat call

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Guest Post by Pepper Curious: 

I was following a very interesting scent today when I almost got to have a private conversation with one of those pesky cats in my neighborhood.

I say almost because just as I got close enough to realize the scent I was following was that of a certain black cat that always does his best to irritate me–right when I looked up and saw that very cat sitting at the top of a set of steps–he took an olympic leap right over my head and shot off around the house to the backyard.

A fenced backyard, of course. This cat is sneaky and knows exactly which yards are out of my reach.

It is probably just as well, since I hadn’t had time to plan what I would say.

I’d probably tell him to stay out of my yard. I just hate going outside first thing in the morning to be met by the lingering odor of cat. Yuck!

I’ll catch up with him sometime. One of these days….

Why you should read to your child

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(From a talk I gave several years ago. I apologize for the length.)

When I was asked to come to speak about the importance of reading aloud to children, my first thought was “But doesn’t everyone already do that?”

Then, I started thinking about how busy most of our days are. I promise you, some days it feels like I am trying to squeeze 26 hours of activities into the allotted 24. I am surprised that I can even find time to breathe, much less take on one more responsibility.

But for me, the responsibility of reading to my children has always been more of a joy than a chore.

It could be because I have always loved books.

It could be because it brought back fond memories of being read to as a child. Even though I probably didn’t understand the story, I remember my mother reading Tarzan to me well before I could read.

Or it could have been because at the end of a tiring day, I could turn on the reading autopilot and let the book do the thinking for me. I could spend quality time with my children with very little effort expended. Then, when I was done, I knew the children would all be in bed, and I could have a little peace and quiet.

As a matter of fact, the only times my children did not get read to before bed, was when they were so exhausted they couldn’t even put on their own pajamas. And sometimes even then I read them a short story, until they began to snore their little child snores.

Now, I am a person who does not like routine. But I found that the routine of reading to my children every night provided them with so much comfort, that it was worth a little discomfort on my part.

So what if I missed my favorite show.

So what if the dishes were waiting for me, I needed to make some phone calls, bills needed to be paid, and I was exhausted.

So what if I had a million and one things waiting on my To Do list. I just knew in my heart that this was the right thing to do, and I followed my instinct. This time I spent reading aloud with my children was special to me, and more importantly, it was special to my children.

I will tell you, I have never regretted the millions of hours I have devoted to reading to my kids. The youngest is now 10 and the oldest is 19 and in college. They are all excellent readers, and as often follows, excellent students. And of course absolutely perfect in every way.

Well…they are all excellent students.

So that has been my experience.

Okay, so now you might say that I was just fortunate to have kids who are able to do well in school, which sets them up for success. You could be right.

I don’t know about you, but I want to give my child every advantage I possibly can.

I know some of you might believe that since the schools focus quite heavily on reading, that it is not really that important that you read to your child every night. After all, most children in Seattle Public Schools have a certain amount of time they are required to read every day.

But a child doesn’t start school as soon as they are born. By the time a child is 6 years old, they will have only had 700 hours in schools. That same child will have had 52,000 hours out of school!

Now based on studies, you can pretty much know in advance how prepared a child will be for school just by knowing where the child’s family is economically.

A typical child coming from the poverty level will hear 13 million words by the time they are 4.

A child from a working class family will hear 26 million, and from a professional 45 million.

The number of words heard makes a difference, because the more often a child “meets” a word, the better able they will be to understand and decode it. Skills which are vitally important in reading.

As a matter of fact, a child must meet a word 12 X before they start to recognize it.

So the child that has heard the most words will have the best chance of more easily learning to read.

We all know that the ability to read is directly related to success in school.

Okay, some of you might be thinking. I’ll solve that problem by talking to my child more.

Great idea, except nothing is ever as easy as it should be. The total number of words heard is only part of the story.

You see, we use the same 5,000 words over and over. They make up our Basic Lexicon. There are an additional 5,000 words that are used less often, but still, we pretty much only use and reuse the same 10,000 words in normal conversation.

To have a good vocabulary, a child will need more that those 10,000 normal words. A child must be exposed to rare words.

As you can see by this chart, even prime time TV, which you would think would be full of great vocabulary, doesn’t even compare to a children’s book. Would you have ever guessed that your child would be better off reading a magazine or a comic book than watching television?

On a side note, many people overestimate the level of vocabulary used on TV. For example, the typical Cosby Show episode used vocabulary at the third grade level. And very few rare words.

Of course, the vocabulary a child will acquire through books is only a part of the puzzle. If all a child needed was to hear more rare words, you could probably just pop in a PBS video, and your job would be done.

Boy, would you be missing out, and so would your child.

Because you see, in this whole read aloud activity with your child, the most important part of reading to your child…is you.

When you take the time to read to your child, you are saying to them “you are important to me.”

You are telling them “reading is something I enjoy, so I want to share it with you.”

You are giving them a new place of comfort that will be available to them for the rest of their lives.

They may not consciously remember why, but when they get older, they’ll get that warm fuzzy feeling every time they pick up a book. And you will have created that warm fuzzy place for them.

You will have made reading a fun activity.

So if you already read to your child, keep doing it, and enjoy the time you spend with your child.

If you don’t yet have the habit of reading aloud to your kids, it’s really never too late to start. Kids love getting attention from their parents. Unless, of course, they are getting the negative kind because they have been writing on the walls or forgot to do their homework.

So don’t worry if your child can read. Just as you don’t stop talking to your child once they learn to talk, why should you stop reading to them just because they learned to read. You can still share the drama and fun of reading.

Oh, and you remember me mentioning my 10 year old? Well, she still gets read to even though last year she tested as able to read at an 11th grade level. We just read harder books that are, of course, fun.

Successful hunt

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Guest Post by Pepper Curious: 

I had a successful hunt today!

I caught a bird!

I was so excited.

It was great until my silly person panicked and made me let the bird go.

Before I could recapture it, it hopped away and hid.

Now it is lost to me.

I wasn’t going to hurt it. I was just going to play with it for a while.

Probably.

Hi Victoria

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Again with the Victoria!

It happened to me twice this week. Two different businesses called me Victoria, one on the phone and one via email. Both had my name right in front of them.

I have nothing against the name ‘Victoria’, except it is NOT my name. Never has been.

Is the name ‘Veronica’ really that hard to understand, say, or remember?

It seems simple enough to me.
A ‘v’ followed by an ‘e’ followed by an ‘r’ followed by an ‘o’ followed by an ‘n’ followed by an ‘i’ followed by an ‘c’ followed by an ‘a’.
V-e-r-o-n-i-c-a.
Ver-on-i-ca.
Veronica.

This weird glitch in the human brain that causes people to call me Victoria (or sometimes Vanessa, Monica, or Virginia) has plagued me my entire life. You’d think I’d be used to it. Or at least not care.

But I’m not, and I do.

Veronica. My name is Veronica.

Got that?

The mystery of the missing stones

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Pic 1: Our back fence in the fall.

Pic two: Our back fence now.

See the difference?

No?

Focus on the right side, where the fence meets the stones. See it now?

I’ll help you out. Here’s a close-up.

I have two questions.

Who removed the stones from the bottom of my fence?
(That person-size gap wasn’t there before and no one in my household moved them.)

And why?

 

The next line

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“What do you think the next line is?” My husband asked as the image on the screen faded away.
“What?” I asked. I had been distracted by my phone and hadn’t been paying attention.
“The next line,” he continued, “what do you think he’s going to say next?”
I looked at my husband in confusion. He rolled his eyes.
“The trailer,” he explained. “That was just on.”
I shrugged. I hadn’t seen it.
“The guy pretended to point a gun at someone and said ‘bang’,” he explained with more patience than I probably deserved. “What do you think he’s going to say next?”
“Uh…you’re dead?”
My husband shook his head like I was clueless.
“What?” I was clueless. What did he think the guy would say?
“He’ll say @#$%.”
“I don’t think so,” I said. Those words never, and I mean never, pop into my head. Why would-
“Watch this,” he said. He yelled for my grown daughter, who was in the other room.
When my daughter arrived, he pretended to point a gun and said, “‘bang’, what’s the next line?”
To make a long story slightly shorter, both of them had the same, exact ‘next line’ pop into their heads.

That’s when I realized I shouldn’t write those gritty, shoot ’em up type of stories. The kind where every third word makes me blush. I don’t have the vocabulary for it.

It only took a split second to realize I’m fine with that. I actually like my vocabulary as it is.

Besides, I’m at home in the four-quadrant, family-friendly market. It’s where I belong.

Crisis averted.

New things

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Guest Post by Pepper Curious:

I heard a strange noise outside, so I ran out my door just in time to catch a strange man leaving two things by our front door.

I ran him off.

My people, who are more trusting than I am, brought the things in. Then, next thing I knew, my people were rearranging the furniture.

I think that means they plan to keep them.

I’m worried.

My people call them rugs.

But I call them dangerous.

When will  my people learn I know best?

The magic of a single sentence

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I adore writing.

Yet practically every time I sit down to write it’s a battle. That first paragraph, that first sentence, that first word, all punch me in the gut and kick me in the shins every time I try to capture them.

I can see why they fight so hard. I wouldn’t like to be captured and confined to a page either. It’s more fun running around free, with no constraints.

But I’m a writer. It’s my job to rein in those wild creatures we call words and convince them to work together to tell a story. And let me tell you, it’s not a particularly easy job.

To convince the little creatures to play nice I use the single sentence method. If I sit down to write and find that those words are being particularly ornery, I make a deal with myself (and them).

All I have to write for the day is a single sentence. One little sentence. It doesn’t matter how long or short, as long as it progresses the story and gets written.

That’s when the magic happens.

It’s strange. Once I rein in enough words to make a single sentence, other words usually follow. I don’t know if they’re playing Tag, or maybe Follow the Leader, but a single sentence turns into a paragraph, and that paragraph multiplies to become a page. Once I even wrote an entire chapter that way, without even realizing I had done it!

Of course, there are days that I write that single sentence, and that’s all. On those days I have to remind myself that tomorrow is another day, and hey, I have moved my story forward. If only a bit.

Besides. Those days are rare. In all the years I’ve been writing, I can only remember a handful.

Without a doubt, there’s magic in a single sentence.

Happy writing!