Meme: Eight Things About Me

Okay, Linda tagged me so now I have to reveal 8 facts/habits about myself. Then, according to the rules, I'm suppose to tag eight other people but I don't think I can. Anyhow, here goes. Hope nobody nods off.

1. I was born with dislocated hips and had to wear a brace until I was two -- when I also learned to walk.

2. When I was little, my hair was blond.

3. I drink eight or more cups of tea every day.

4. When I was in sixth grade, I was voted the service squad leader of the year. I still have my armband and my certificate from the Lion's Club of Wayne, Michigan.

5. I was the first member of my family to ever attend college.

6. I'm good at puzzles and word games -- crossword puzzles, Scrabble, word jumbles, anagrams etc. One of my very favorites is Balderdash. Anybody else ever play this? It's a riot!

7. I have a birthmark on my right thigh shaped like an ice cream cone. If my dad could see that birthmark when I was a teenager, it meant my skirt was too short and I had to change my clothes before I left for school.

8. I lift weights 2-3 times a week and can leg press 270 pounds.

See, I am so boring. I don't know a lot of other people in cyberspace I can tag who Linda hasn't already tagged so I'll just say I did this for the fun of it. Is that all right, Linda?

Summer Solstice

So, here it is, June 21st -- the last day of work and the first day of summer. How often, I wonder, does the beginning of one thing follow on the heels of another? Think of it. For me, the close of the school year signals the beginning of a fresh start -- two months of freedom from classes and getting up at the crack of dawn to buck 30 miles of traffic both to and from work.


I'm thinking about all the things I want to do this summer. Resume running and biking. Do some plein air painting. Plot out the rest of my novel and write, write, write. Savor the salt air, the ocean breezes, lose myself in some great books, meet up with some friends. A lot of my colleagues take classes during the summer but not me; I prefer to chill out. I need the mental and emotional break from the grind. Anyhow, I took a lot of classes during the course of the school year. This fall, I and another librarian may teach a class on picture books at our district's teacher's center. I'm actually kind of excited about it and am already thinking about how I'd like to organize it.

Anyhow, here's to the next eight weeks. Time to kick back and sleep in till at least eight every morning. Sounds like heaven.

A Piece of Good News

A few days ago I received an email from the SCBWI (the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators) saying that my poem had been selected the winner of their writing contest. I was shocked! My poem? Surely they had the wrong person. I'd entered a few of their contests in the past and never received so much as an honorable mention. I read the email again. Nope, it was my poem. I won a year's free membership and publication on their website (www.scbwi.org). They wanted me to send them a brief biography.

After a while, I began wondering exactly how many people entered that contest. The challenge was to write a rhyming poem no longer than four stanzas ending with the word June. Maybe they only received a handful of entries. Yesterday the SCBWI published the winning poems as well as the winning illustrations. According to the website, they received over 250 entries so I guess I had some competition after all.

It's been so long since I've won anything that I'm still in a daze. Pinch me, somebody.

The Half Gallon Challenge

When Derek reached the halfway point along the AT - a place called Pine Grove Furnace State Park in Pennsylvania - he took the half gallon challenge. Apparently a little ice cream shop challenges the thru-hikers to eat a half gallon of their delicious ice cream. They have to pay for this, mind you. And what do the hikers get if they polish off the entire half gallon? They get stomach cramps and a free wooden spoon that says something like "The Half Gallon Challenge". Who could resist? Derek finished it but he didn't feel well afterward. Why do the hikers do this over and over when the only people who benefit from it are the owners of the ice cream shop? I can only think that it must be one of those Appalachian Trail rites of passage

Despite all the calories he ingested, he didn't gain an ounce. In fact, he's been having trouble maintaining his weight. When I last spoke with him last, he'd dropped from 132 to 120 pounds. He's naturally slim but that's thin even for him.

Anyhow, Derek called yesterday. He was at the Delaware Water Gap in New Jersey where he planned to stay the night at a hostel and eat a few slices of pizza. He says the closer he gets to New York, the better the pizza. Of course everybody knows New York has the best pizza! He still has many miles to go before he can he's finished -- much of it pretty tough going as he gets into Vermont and Maine.

Glasses, Who Needs Them? (me)

I finally got a new pair of glasses. One of my students said they make me look like Junie B. Jones. Ha! I swear, I'm getting blinder by the day. I cannot see the numbers in my book catalogs anymore without my specs or even the sign in sheet at work.

I wasn't always like this. From age four to about age thirty nine, I had just plain old astigmatism. Then I turned forty and far sightedness set in like a permanent bad weather system, turning my world to haze. For a while I went about replacing our ordinary lightbulbs with higher wattage bulbs like Reveal. I was thrilled when I picked up a magnifying bookmark at an SCBWI conference last year.

I've talked to doctors about lasic surgery but, frankly, the idea scares me and it wouldn't correct everything. And what if they mess up? My vision, such as it is, is precious to me. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't paint or use a keyboard anymore, not to mention read or countless other little pleasures that involve sight.

Last night I went to a retirement dinner and an amazing peacock strutted past the window. He was a gorgeous bird and I wish I'd had my camera handy. At least I could see him, though.

Why We Still Need Books

If you had $2,800.00 to spend on books for your library, what would you buy? It's truly a pittance. The administration transferred me to a library that needs everything except scary books (which comprise our entire story collection), sports books and another series of Babysitter's Club, Goosebumps, Fear Street etc. We need picture books desperately -- something besides Bob the Builder ( I'm not kidding), Disney books and other commercial books. We also need more outstanding fiction and nonfiction. As I said, just about everything. So, on my list are this year's Caldecotts and Newberys, a lot of the starred reviews from School Library Journal -- among them, The Invention of Hugo Cabret (a visually stunning book), Clementine, by Sarah Pennypacker and some old favorites that are still in print.

I've always maintained that there's a picture book for every person and every occasion and that's one of the reasons why we need good book budgets. I recently bought an old copy of The Blind Men and the Elephant which I read to my first graders. They got it! Maybe Laura Bush should read it to her husband. Mem Fox wrote a great little story called Feathers and Fools which every soldier and general embroiled in a long, ongoing war should be required to read. And I really think every urban planner and developer needs to study Virginia Lee Burton's book, The Little House or Jeanne Baker's wordless book, Window. When I have a painfully shy student, I often pull out Rosemary Well's book, Shy Charles. And Patricia Polacco's Thank You, Mr. Falkner or Lauren Mill's story, The Rag Coat, are two wonderful books that gently show children the emotional impact of bullying. Living in a diverse society in this day and age, children enter school with more baggage than ever and we need books that will address the broad range of their backgrounds, experiences and problems as well books that still make them laugh. Picture books cut to the chase and get their points across more succinctly than just about every other form of writing .

A lot of school administrators are of the opinion that with the internet and databases so readily available, we really don't need as many books as in years past. What they don't know is that we need books more desperately than ever. Like human beings, books have spines. They have stories to tell. When we open them, they speak to us from the depths of the author's heart and soul. One of the hallmarks of a great civilization is a strong storytelling tradition. Stories give us heroes to emulate, problems to consider, lessons to ponder. Books represent lives, both real and imagined. The internet is fun but, like a slide show, the images flit past us rapidly -- so rapidly that we don't really have time to absorb them. A good story slows down time and gives the reader a chance to absorb the meaning, to soak up the poetry of the language. So, I ask, why not more books?

My art instructor, Robert Armetta, won second place in the Portrait Society's annual competition. We're all very excited for him. His portrait was one of 1,300 submissions and he had very stiff competition. Robert is not only a phenomenal artist, but a truly gifted teacher and a warm and compassionate human being with a great sense of humor. He's also very humble. Last Saturday when he told us he wouldn't be there for art class, he didn't tell us why -- only that it was because of something unavoidable and he apologized. It wasn't until yesterday that we finally learned the real reason; he had to go to Washington to accept his award from the Portrait Society. It's about time he finally got some recognition for his hard work and great talent.

The portrait that snagged him the award is of a model we once drew in our figure class - a rather homely looking guy who, I hear, is now homeless. He's wearing a pair of blue pants but is shirtless. It's a great character study (check it out at www.robertarmetta.com under gallery/portraits). For me, the art of portraiture is about capturing the personality of the subject. Right now I'm struggling to learn how to paint flesh tones. I've drawn people for years but learning how to paint them is going to take a while. Once I've accomplished that, then I can worry about capturing my subject's personality.

While I'm here posting, Happy Mother's Day to all of you mothers and mothers to be. Once a mom, always a mom - even once they're out on their own. Today my two sons are away. Derek is on the Appalachian Trail somewhere in Virginia and Sean is up at SUNY Oswego getting ready for his finals. Doesn't seem so long ago that they were tiny pink bundles I brought home from the hospital. I miss them terribly but, at the same time, I'm happy to watch them making their way in the world. Creating a well adjusted, independent adult is, after all, one of the goals of motherhood.