Hippo Love

You know a book is good when you get your coworkers laughing about it in the lunchroom.

This lunch hour included people talk discussing gross things while others are eating. It made me think of what was on my nightstand. No, not Curtis Sittenfeld’s newest book Eligible, but tales of two hippos who are best friends.

Enter the George and Martha books, written and illustrated by James Marshall.

George tells “an icky story” while Martha is eating. She doesn’t like it.

“Please have some consideration,” she said.

He doesn’t stop so she tells him, “You’re asking for it.”

She retaliates with an even worse icky story and George gets sick.

“Don’t do it again,” she warns.

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Martha makes George pay for his icky story.

This is just one example why these books have my kids and me laughing out loud. When I mentioned this tale in the lunchroom, friends with older children remembered them with fondness.

“Have you seen the HBO show?,” asked my friend Michele, launching into a stellar imitation.

“It’s a good thing they are friends or George might be a henpecked husband,” she added.

Martha does let George have it when he tries to read her diary or scare her. Her one-line zingers aside, there is a lot of love and friendship between the two hippos. (And nice lessons about being a friend too.) George even starts a Martha fan club.

Finding a fellow admirer, I had to ask, “Do you know why George has one gold tooth?”

At this moment, another coworker walked in.

“What are you two talking about?”

“Hippos!” we laughed.

No one could remember why George had a gold tooth but we left lunch feeling warm and fuzzy. Such is the power of a great book.

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George tries to read Martha’s journal. She doesn’t like it.

I did a little “research” and read the story about George’s tooth – an unfortunate skateboard accident. However, Martha assures George he looks, “handsome and distinguished.”

Calvin, Max and I curled up a few nights ago with a  George and Martha: The Complete stories of Two Best Friends, with an introduction by Marshall’s friend Maurice Sendak.

We laughed and laughed.

“I might be a little afraid when Martha gets mad,” Calvin said.

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A little selfie action after reading George and Martha. We were wound up. Blame the funny hippos!

P.S. I highly recommend reading Sittenfeld’s new (adult) book  Eligible based on Pride and Prejudice. Local friends, it’s set in Cincinnati.

Discovering a Monster

When reviewing a new book with your children, reading on a night when they are exhausted is tough.

The first time I read Monster Needs To Go To School, they listened in tired silence and the usual cute insights, comments, and questions were nonexistent.

Let me rephrase that. It was a great bedtime for me, just not for my blog.

The newest in the Monster series, I was curious to receive this book from Mighty Media PressWritten by Paul Czajak and illustrated by Wendy Grieb, the bright colors and storyline appealed to me right away.

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Monster’s friend boy suggests he go to school so he can learn.

As a parent, I was happy about the diversity of the children and adults in the book. I loved that it addresses bullying, a topic we have been talking about at home. Monster won’t play with some kids until they stop being bullies, so they stop!

My opinions aside, I approached the real critics a second time. I wondered what my kindergartners Max and Calvin thought of this story that could be used to prepare a child for school.

I brought up the book using a secret parent strategy – asking questions in the car.

“Were you nervous about going to school when it started, like Monster?”

“I was a little worried,” Max admitted.

“I was BRAVE,” countered Calvin.

I asked them what they liked about the book.

They both found it hilarious and puzzling that Monster liked school so much he planned to skip the next day so he could go straight to college.

“He’s going to college?” Max laughed. “How can he go to college?”

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Never one to shy from a photo op, Max models the book cover.

The second time we read the book, they listened again. This was a good sign. They were WIDE awake and ready with comments.

Calvin was pleased that a girl liked Monster’s hair. Max wants to try pottery, like Monster.

Thumbs up for Monster!

Thanks to Mighty Media Press for the opportunity to review this book.

 

How I Celebrated National Poetry Month

I celebrated National Poetry Month by hanging with the best.  I signed-up to volunteer with WordPlay in Cincinnati.

Watch my interview with co-founder Libby Hunter.

I met a very cool young poet who was also volunteering.

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Asylum Grape Soda.

A freshman at the University of Cincinnati, Asylum Grape Soda, is a performer, poet, and WordPlay volunteer. He won the Louder Than A Bomb youth poetry contest last year. Impressive, right?

The reporter/blogger in me couldn’t help myself at meeting this interesting youth. As we sat in the school office waiting to write with some adorable first graders, I grabbed a pen and paper and did a quick interview.

Here it is:

Why do you love poetry?

I love it because I get a platform to talk about what I want. I’m about being positive. But my poems can also shine light on things like mental illness in youth.

We live in a world that more often than not can be heavily influenced by hate and this is my way of helping it to end. I’m saving the world with poetry.

You mentioned that you focus on the positive. Can you tell me about that?

As far as positivity I believe it’s the only way of life that makes sense. Why not want to be happy?

Tell me about your work at WordPlay.

I like working with kids because you can be as creative as you want. I mostly work with the 13 to 20 year-olds at WordPlay. It’s easy to work with kids my age. I think the older you get, the harder it is to change. As a teen, you’re still absorbing information. I know when I was in high school and a guy in a suit showed up and talked to us. I wasn’t listening. I think these kids listen to me because I can relate.

Can you tell me about renaming yourself?

My name Asylum came from a rap verse I wrote when I said I call myself Asylum because I belong in one, but after my first open mic, I was told by a lady named Suzanne that I was Asylum, the safe place.

Asylum, myself and the other WordPlay volunteers helped Chase Elementary students write lines using inspiration from Sara Holbrook’s work, If I Were a Poem.  The poems will be hung on trees in Northside’s Hoffner Park in celebration of National Poetry Month. 

Read a Cincinnati.com article about Asylum.

Watch him perform.

You can see him perform this weekend at Present Tense Imperfect.

Find out how to volunteer at WordPlay. (I promise, you’ll be glad you did.)

Thanks, Asylum!

And in other poetry news…

That same day I attended an event celebrating my friend Pauletta Hansel’s designation as Cincinnati’s first Poet Laureate. It was held at the beautiful Mercantile Library.

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Myself and Pauletta Hansel. Check out her cool boots. She’s rocking the Poet Laureate look!

The author of many beautiful books of poetry, she has a new book out, Tangle. I recommend that you treat yourself with a copy.

It was a pretty amazing day.

We could run the city

My friend Melissa says my book club could run the city.

Among us we can count a marketing expert, a photographer, an Emmy- winning video producer, a corporate attorney turned social worker, and a writer.

These are just our day jobs.

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My book club enjoying a cultural event. Because we’re cool like that.

For ten years, we’ve been a consistent thread in each other’s lives. For me personally, this at times has been life saving.

We’ve intentionally kept our numbers small. It just works. We’ve read more than 76 books, attended several plays, a few movies, had one overnight, and eaten countless meals together.

We’ve shared job changes, the birth of babies, big birthdays, a retirement, and kids inching their way toward adulthood way too fast.

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We met Ann Patchett! It was book club heaven.

When I say life saving, I’m not kidding. My strongest memory of these women is the day we went to the movie “The Descendants.” It was also our book choice. Afterwards, sitting in a coffee shop, the emotional movie probably got to me because I was facing my own life challenge. It was early days in my son Calvin’s chemo treatment. I remember looking at my four friends and sobbing, “I don’t know how I’m going to do this.” My friend Mary grabbed my hand and said, “We’ll do it with you.”

And they did.

Heart-jerking memories aside, I asked this smart, talented, amazing group of women (Am I bragging? Yes, I am!) to share their favorite kids’ books:

Claudia: My favorite books were anything Nancy Drew. She did stuff and solved crimes!

Carolyn Keene’s first book about Drew, “The Secret of the Old Clock” was written in 1930. The girl detective is still going strong today.

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Remember these yellow books?

Mary: I loved Amelia Bedelia. She took things too literally – it was really funny. When she held a wedding shower, she took a hose out and sprayed the people.

A new series has been created based on the originals by Peggy Parish and illustrator Fritz Seibel. The official website celebrates Amelia Bedelia books old and new.

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Amelia Bedelia follows directions.

 

Alison: The Henry and Mudge books have really stayed with me. They are about a sweet boy and his slobbery dog. So few books about boys are about things other than cars and machines. This is about relationships.

Henry and Mudge are Max and Calvin approved! Cynthia Rylant’s books are a treat.

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Kathy: I’ve saved all the Sandra Boyton books. They have something for kids and adults.

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Max and Calvin love this book.

Max and Calvin and I always enjoying pulling out Boyton’s joyful books. See them read them in a previous blog post.

Thank you, friends!

 

We all want dessert

The Godmother of this blog left earth unexpectedly a couple of weeks ago.

I started this blog on a writer’s retreat that my dear friend Leslie Cannon organized a few times a year. During this grand tradition, I got a lot of encouragement and tips from my fellow writers on blogging. Leslie took the time to edit some of my posts and always had an encouraging or funny comment here or on Facebook. She did the same and more for me in person, the definition of a true friend.

She also made me laugh. Check out this photo:

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This photo is Pure Leslie. She added herself to Ellen’s Oscar selfie. (Courtesy of Meg Cannon.)

With an aching heart, I thought to myself, how do you write about one of the most witty, terrific writers, you have ever met?

I chose to ask Leslie Cannon’s fellow writers and friends Ursula Roma and Jan Toraason to share what they read at the celebration of her life. I think what they wrote is perfection.

Leslie, Leslie, Leslie

by Ursula Roma

Leslie Cannon was many things to me. She was a friend, a fellow writer, a surrogate mother, and a close confidante. After my mom died, and after some break-ups, she was one of the safest people to talk to about these relationships. She didn’t try to fix things, but gave me kind, caring, loving attention. She listened. And though Leslie LOVED attention, she was very good at being present, and giving attention when other people needed it.

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Occasionally for our Tuesday writing group, Leslie would neglect to bring writing, and I ALWAYS thought it was a bit unfair. Not because the rest of us didn’t occasionally do the same, there were certainly times when one of us might not have brought writing or been inspired to write. But it felt unfair, because it FELT like NOT GETTING DESSERT, the highlight of the meal. It left me with a sense of deprivation, because her writing was so good, and so rich, and funny, that it left me WANTING when it wasn’t there. And so, that feeling of wanting – well, I think she’s kind of left me with that. She’s left ALL of us with that. We ALL want more. We all want more because that feeling of laughter, that bursting out with laughter is such a healing experience. I think that’s what we’re all going to miss. She could make us feel so good.

It was worth doing

Leslie might sometimes say, “Let’s bring the conversation back to me” – and often times, we did. Not just because she PLAYFULLY INSISTED we do so, but because it was WORTH DOING. Because the laughs you could get from Leslie were pretty much irreplaceable – so it was worth giving her that extra attention. It always paid off.

I know that Leslie would love to be here right now – and I think she probably is! She wouldn’t want to miss it! So what better way to commemorate her – to keep this conversation going -with strangers, with people she knew, with mutual friends and family, than to have a T-SHIRT to encourage us to share her stories!

(At this point, Ursula opened her shirt to show her Leslie, Leslie, Leslie T-shirt.)

Ursula and Jan.

Ursula and Jan.

I think we should ALL consider wearing these shirts – and wear them out into the world to engage others in conversation ABOUT LESLIE –and to keep these stories going BACK to Leslie – as long as we can. Because we certainly aren’t going to match her WIT anytime soon. So these funny stories, these kind and crazy stories – will have to comfort us and keep her memory alive. And I think, she might just like that.

A Prayer for Leslie

By  Jan Toraason

Our Dear Leslie – friend, sister, and mother – now knows the answer to the great What’s Next. We had a conversation about it last year as a party wound down and we sat together sipping and snacking.

Leslie wanted to talk about religion. What did I believe, she asked. I gave her my usual hazy answer, and she said she thought the same: that there is something connecting all that is to the original energy. We are pieces of stars. There is something greater than ourselves, a divine mystery that set the universe to life and lives in us all.

She brought light to our lives

One thing I don’t think Leslie could know before this week was the tremendous love that all of her family and friends – everyone who was touched by her humor, her generosity, and her wisdom – what we all felt for her. I’ve never seen such an outpouring on Facebook. Our shock and grief at the sudden loss. Our appreciation for the light she brought to our lives.

We all have little movies in our head starring Leslie Cannon: images of the way she laughs, the way she enjoys life, her smarts, her self-deprecating ways, her romanticism, her quick mind, and original sense of humor.

Me and Ursula. This shirt makes me so happy.

Me and Ursula. This shirt makes me happy.

Her greatest accomplishment

I sensed in this last year or so that Leslie had come to a peaceful and gentle place in her life. She seemed sweeter and kinder and more giving than ever. She seemed to open up and breath in the pleasure of being with her family, her son-in-law, and especially her daughters and granddaughters. So many times she told us stories of their brilliance, beauty, and charm. She laughed at the startling and wonderful things they said, the faces they made. Her children seemed to be her proudest accomplishment. I know they will miss her terribly.

We all know that just as life begins, so it must end. But somehow still, the ending comes as a shock, especially when it comes unexpectedly. Of all the ways to die, though, in your sleep may be the best way, as many have said. And that’s especially true for Leslie, who always loved a good nap. That’s how I like to think of her now, in a lovely deep sleep.

We will miss Leslie’s voice, certainly, and her writing. We will remember her humor, her inventive way with words, and her fearless naming of the ridiculous. I think she may be laughing with us tonight as she transitions, just a few steps ahead of us, into the open door of a new beginning. She has entered again the river of time, of pure energy, of the stars. Yet to us, Leslie was always a star.

Yes, she was a star that we relished.

And still, she is here in us, in all our stories, and in our aching hearts even as we set her spirit free.

So we thank you, Leslie, and can just assume you are smiling at us now to say you’re welcome. You will always be with us, and we thank you for bringing your everlasting radiance to our lives.

The day I helped at the book fair

“Calvin’s mom!” “Calvin’s mom!”

My true name was revealed to me when I volunteered at the Scholastic Book Fair at my kids’ school.

“Do you like to read to kids?” asked Herr Hayes, the school librarian. (Remember,it’s a German school.)

He told me to pick out a couple of books before Calvin’s kindergarten class came in. I would read to them and then help them pick out books.

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Kindergartners are squiggly. Calvin and Max with their friend Shalin. (Shalin is in Calvin’s class.)

Reading out loud to my own kids is one thing, but reading to Calvin’s class made me a little nervous.

Luckily, they were an easy audience. Or should I say, a squiggly audience. After they got the “Calvin’s mom!” out of their systems, most of them sat still and listened. (Calvin beamed at me from the front row.) There were a few in the back that couldn’t sit still but most seemed to enjoy my attempt at rousing renditions of Please Mr. Panda by Steve Antony, The Three Little Aliens and the Big Bad Robot by Margaret McNamara and Mark Fearing, and The Adventures of Beekle: The Unimaginary Friend by Dan Santat.

I made the rookie mistake of letting them get up when I was done but Herr Hayes rushed over and made them sit back down and listen to instructions. I guess 22 kindergartners on the loose isn’t always a good idea.

Here’s what I learned that day: my kids are pretty normal. They aren’t the only ones who squiggle, don’t listen, and tell on each other.

One girl told me a long saga about how her friend said her necklace wasn’t as pretty as hers.

Let’s pick some books, I suggested.

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This book allowed me to impress little kids with my alien sounds. It was a big day!

Once they left, I was a seasoned pro and read to the first graders. I noticed they were quieter and asked more questions. I did hear a bunch of them laughing about a book that had poop in it.

More proof that my kids are normal!

And the next time I visited Calvin’s class, a bunch of the little squigglers ran over and hugged me.

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Steve Antony also wrote one of our favorites, The Queen’s Hat, featured on this very blog. He also has a new book coming out, The Queen’s Handbag.

Beekle is another family favorite and Caldecott winner! Listen to this NPR piece about it.

The Three Little Aliens and the Big Bad Robot was a great new find and illustrator/writer Mark Fearing illustrated one of out most-loved books, How Martha Saved Her Parents from Green Beans.

WordPlay – building communities

What happened with Libby Hunter saw some local teens acting out from boredom? She and friend Elissa Yancey decided to find a solution and founded WordPlay, Cincinnati’s Creative Learning and Writing Center, a place for kids to be creative and succeed.

Pippin Rush filmed Libby and I talking about WordPlay, how it’s changing young lives, and of course, books. Enjoy!

Music courtesy of David Hunter. Special thanks to Pippin Rush, videographer.

P.S. Max and Calvin have been to WordPlay and they loved it!

Word Play-HD from julia mace on Vimeo.

He used red; the art of Horace Pippin

Sometimes I’m wrong.

Last fall, I had the good fortune to visit the Barnes Foundation in Philadelphia. Standing in front of a Horace Pippin painting, I said to a new acquaintance, “He’s from Cincinnati!”

But he’s not.

The artist, born in 1888 in West Chester, Pennsylvania, is known for his depictions of the African-American experience.

Maybe I got mixed up because I had seen his work in the Cincinnati Art Museum. Who knows, but what set me straight was Jen Bryant’s book “A Splash of Red, The Life and Art of Horace Pippin.”

Pippin's painting, Christmas Morning Breakfast. You can see this 1945 work at the Cincinnati Art Museum. Don't worry, I checked!

Horace Pippin’s painting, Christmas Morning Breakfast. You can see this 1945 work at the Cincinnati Art Museum. Don’t worry, I checked!

The title caught my eye on the discount table of a local bookstore. Worth every penny and more, Melissa’s Sweet’s illustrations heighten the great story. Her work is delightful.

Max and Calvin took to the story right away.

Meanwhile, I said to myself, “Huh. I thought he was from Cincinnati!”

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Pictures just came to Horace’s mind.

The book chronicles Horace’s life up until his artistic success. As a child living in poverty, he draws constantly. A lack of money means no supplies but he uses scraps of paper and charcoal. But the enterprising Horace enters an art contest and wins his first box of colored pencils, brushes, and paints.

“That’s my favorite part,” said Max. “When he wins the paint.”

Adulthood comes with responsibility and World War I. Horace is hurt and his right arm  damaged. He stops creating art but misses it. One day thinking of “his grandmother’s slave days, and the Bible stories she’d told made pictures in his mind, he longed to draw them. But how?”

He picks up a poker and uses it and his left hand to guide his right. As he grew stronger, he painted, often using muted colors with “a splash of red.”

“Let’s read the book about the guy who holds his hand to draw, “ Max will say.

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Horace overcame his injury and continued to paint.

Horace found success and created many works that hang today in museums around the country. It’s an inspiring story of how he overcame many obstacles – racism, injury, poverty –  to become a respected artist.

My husband (who had the same misconception about Horace’s origins) and I visited the Cincinnati Art Museum recently with our boys. I’ve looked forward to showing them one of his paintings and having some type of deep moment. We ran out of time and didn’t find it.

But we will go back and I’ll be sure to point out the splash of red.

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The author and illustrator researched this book together; unusual in the book process. In the back of the book, they share their journey, including a visit to Pippin’s grave. Where they saw a red cardinal in the gray winter landscape.

Here’s a great reading and craft guide to use with the book.

Join us for tea

Tiny cups and saucers are a passage of childhood.

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Two hamsters and a squirrel play Downton Abbey.

When my twins were two or three, we held a tea party with Woody, my old Skipper doll, and some stuffed animals in attendance.

Last year, we used one of my childhood tea sets and invited a stuffed squirrel and hamster to attend.

Akiko Miyakoshi’s book The Tea Party in the Woods takes animals and tea to a new level.

Her black and white drawings with touches of color depict Kikko taking a pie to her grandmother. She thinks she’s following her father through the woods but finds it’s really a bear on his way to a tea party.

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Kikko realizes she’s at a tea party. The lamb in the coat gives it away.

It’s charming. Both Max and Calvin were thrilled to read about a Kikko – we have a friend named Kikko, from Japan, like the author.

“Her name is Kikko!”

Kikko isn’t quite sure what to think when she sees a table of animals having a lovely tea.

Neither is Max.

“I would be afraid that that guy would head butt me,” he said of the buck.

I wonder if this is my constant warning to be careful of the bucks that wander through our yard? Keep in mind, my husband calls me “Safety Mace.”

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The animals escort Kikko safely through the woods. 

Kikko and Max realize the animals are nice. In fact, they are so kind they replace the pie that she has accidently squashed with an assortment of their own pies.

Calvin, my food lover with a sweet tooth, loves this part.

“They love all that pie!” Max agrees.

With help from her new friends, Kikko makes her way to grandma’s, pie in hand.

And her family must believe in safety too, because Miyakoshi’s characters – animals, dad, and grandma- all express concern that she was in the forest alone.

But she wasn’t, was she?

It’s a blog birthday!

In the last year, you’ve read about worms, Star Wars, underwear, glasses, pets, stuffed animals, lost friends, books, and my little muses, Max and Calvin.

We’re gonna party like it’s a birthday!
I Love Kids Books is one year old!  I’m a little amazed I’ve kept up with a writing project for a year. I’ve been working on my writing since I was 23 and joined Women Writing for (a) Changeyou do the math – but several projects have been left unfinished and that was back when I had loads of time.

Thanks for keeping me going! I’m happy that 33-blog posts later; I have a permanent record for my kids and an ongoing writing project for myself. I appreciate all of the encouragement and feedback.

Here are some personal highlights from the year:

Most sentimental blog post

Ode to my friend Mr. Frank, who we lost in 2014

Words of wisdom from Mr. Frank, "The two pillars of civilization: sunglasses and pick-up trucks."

Words of wisdom from Mr. Frank, “The two pillars of civilization: sunglasses and pick-up trucks.”

The post that got lost
My friend Mary and I thought the post Things have been gross but we’re still reading was funny but it didn’t get much action. Give it a chance? 

Facebook love
I’m not the only one who is sentimental. Unlocking memories with The Secret Garden and Stuffed animals are a kid’s best friend got a lot of comments.

A mansion, a frat house, a new library had a lot of likes.

Calvin and Max at the new library.

Calvin and Max at the new library.

Favorite guest writer
I can’t pick favorites, so let’s get statistical.  I got to interview Jennifer K. Mann! had the most views. But writer Brandon Snider got a lot of Facebook love.

Most risky to share
Sending my kids into the world

And just because
I not only share about my own kids, my nieces and nephews are pretty funny. Please try
Kissing cousins and being weird is cool.

Margot and Calvin love each other. They also love Two Speckled Eggs.

Margot and Calvin love each other. They also love Two Speckled Eggs.

Thanks again and lots of love!