tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52178925663523318222024-03-23T03:17:06.801-07:00One Blog NowKim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.comBlogger831125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-86735969736175092262023-11-10T09:12:00.000-08:002023-11-10T09:12:00.800-08:00Speak Up<p>I would have liked to have written something funny today. I have a funny story to tell, about how I went to yoga with a face towel I'd clearly previously used to condition tack--it was clean, but it still smelled like Lexol--and how every time I wiped the sweat from my face my face got more and more shiny and conditioned until by the end of class it was as sleek and shiny as my saddle. But then after class I looked at my phone, and read about another hate crime, this time a Jewish man in Australia being attacked in a public park, and it didn't feel like time to be funny.</p><p>There's been a steep increase in the number of antisemitic events world-wide, especially since the terror attacks in Israel October 7th, but over the last several years as well. </p><p>I'm not Jewish, though I once read on the internet that I was. I can't offer a profound opinion on the current Israeli-Palestinian war or the decades of conflict that preceded it. I don't understand the history or politics well enough. I can say that terrorist attacks are wrong. I don't like bombing refugee camps, nor do I like the idea of refugees being used as human shields by their countrymen. I hate that children are dying.</p><p>I love my Jewish friends. I've spoken to a few of them and emailed a few more. My heart is especially with one of my college classmates, who lives in Israel and whose oldest child is currently doing mandatory service in the Israeli army. I pray for that young person every day.</p><p style="text-align: left;">But more than loving my Jewish friends--how hard is that, Jesus even talks about it, scathingly--<span class="text Luke-6-32" id="en-NIV-25179" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj"><span style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, Segoe UI, Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, Noto Sans, sans-serif, Arial;">“</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? Even sinners love those who love them.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span class="text Luke-6-33" id="en-NIV-25180" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj"><span class="versenum" style="display: inline; font-size: 1.2rem; font-weight: 700; line-height: normal; position: relative; top: auto; vertical-align: text-top;"> </span>And if you do good to those who are good to you, what credit is that to you? Even sinners do that"--I support their civil rights. I support their right to exist peacefully in a global society--and honestly, I think everyone who considers themself a good person had better start doing that, because the last time we allowed antisemitism to rage unchecked we ended up in a horrible world war. </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="text Luke-6-33" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj">Next week I'm speaking at a Catholic middle school. Yesterday I sat down to tweak my slide presentation--I've got a new book coming out in April, and, for the first time, I'm talking about it. <i>The Night War</i> is the story of a young girl named Miri, who escapes the massive round-up of Jews in Paris and finds herself in the village of Chenonceaux, where Catherine de Medici's ancient castle is being used to smuggle people to the relative safety of Vichy France. </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="text Luke-6-33" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj">Miri is fictional, but the historic background is true. I made a slide about the Pletzl, the Jewish immigrant quarter in Paris. I put in one showing the only known photo of the Vel D'Hiv roundup, and added another of Chenonceau, the beautiful chateau. </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="text Luke-6-33" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj">Then I added a slide to illustrate the Nazi's antisemitism. Here's the image:</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-0f009016-7fff-74a5-8ffe-0efff9dba9d7"><img height="492px;" src="https://lh7-us.googleusercontent.com/vt7mE36XFMVMS242xLRjrL2jtHxP_atvI26C-CdB1NNR__iGyDIWVqBGQ46D5FhnlHlwJdlJZc-d3-5zP8Ro3DpiRDUpJXFcqBrhXw1l-O5aaj2f68G8OCgl1ZKoD18fb5ZrqkeHLFMG3EPXryumHoxEJQ=nw" width="335px;" /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span>It was an exhibition the Nazis brought to Occupied Paris--"The Jew and France." You can see the stereotyped hooked nose and grasping fingers--all the old tropes repeated. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;">My search for my next slide sent me down a particularly loathsome rabbit hole. I'm not going to reprint the image I chose, though I will share it with the students I talk to. It features the same type of hooked-nose grasping cartoon figure, and then it accuses Jews of a surprising number of things, including feminism and hate crime laws--good job, Jews! Where do we thank you?--also climate change, communism, the lack of a wall on our Mexican border, and everyone's old favorite, usury. You know why Jews are accused of usury, which is the charging of too much interest? It dates back to the middle ages, when Catholics were forbidden by the Pope to charge any interest at all on loans. This meant that Catholics, which were the only type of Christian we had back then, couldn't be bankers, or at least not successful ones. At the same time, most countries had laws saying Jews couldn't own land or be in craft guilds. So--Jews became bankers. And then, if you're rich and powerful, and you've borrowed a bunch of money and don't want to pay it back---right, make it the bankers' fault. You can, because the bankers are all from a group of people who've already been stripped of many of their rights. See how this works? It's power and racism, same as now.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I'm looking forward to talking about antisemitism at this school next week, not because it will be fun, but because I'll be doing something I know is right. (Pro tip: if you're conflicted on which side is right, pick the side opposite the Nazis.) I know it's important, and I know it needs to be done.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Speak up. Yes, you. Speak UP. Otherwise the bad guys win.</p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-25852790772839260772023-08-08T08:56:00.000-07:002023-08-08T08:56:47.649-07:00Bon-bons on the Couch Vs. Trying<p>Last Friday I woke up with a heavy knot of anxiety in my stomach. My daughter and I had entered a horse trial for the weekend, and I'd reached the point where it seemed like a Very Bad Idea. I emailed a friend that I wasn't sure why I was competing, at this point in my life. It would be much simpler and probably much more pleasant to eat bon-bons on the couch all day instead. I then trudged out to the barn and explained to my daughter how I felt. "Ah," she replied, with genuine sympathy. "I've been there." Then she set up a beginner-novice oxer to vertical two-stride and told me to get myself and my mare over it.</p><p>I'm condensing a bit. And I'd like to say that beginner-novice used to be the lowest commonly-offered level of my chosen sport, eventing. Recently most events have added an even lower level, called Starter, which is where my mare and I are. Starter jumps are essentially speed bumps. I once competed several levels higher, schooled above that, and had serious plans to compete at a level that's tough by nearly anyone's standards. But then I landed on my head one too many times (four too many times...) and then I spent five years with undiagnosed autonomic dystonia, which meant that my entire autonomic nervous system--the bits you don't consciously control, like heartrate and blood pressure--spiraled out of control any time I was moving through space quickly, say, on the back of a cantering or even trotting horse. My heart rate would go above 170 bpm--no, that's not safe at my age--and my asthma would get bad, and not surprisingly I would feel pretty anxious, and the worst part was that no amount of effort in the world, no slow careful fitness work, no asthma meds, no EMDR (which I otherwise love) or thoughtful mental exercises, or brilliant kind horses or good coaching or anything else I tried would make it better. I couldn't get fit, because the exercise needed to improve my fitness was on the other side of the dystonia wall. I didn't understand what was happening to me, and I couldn't make it better, even though I really, really tried.</p><p>Then for a bit I traveled a ton for my writing, then we had a global pandemic, then my good mare Sarah was injured in the field to the point where she had to be retired, then the wonderful horse I leased went back to his owners, then my trainer found me a new, lovely, sensible, short-and-wide little mare. Rosie hadn't done much but she is cheerful and tries hard. Oddly enough, owning her didn't cure my brain dysfunction, so for our first year, stuck with a rider who had actual micro-blackouts from time to time, limited balance, and a perpetually racing heartbeat, Rosie got rather less brave in self-defense.</p><p>Then, finally, I got a diagnosis, and treatment from a functional neurologist. I don't really understand it all but I can say it's empirically much better, and I've been slowly making real progress at last. Last week my daughter and I did conditioning with our horses on the long slow hill on our farm, something we've done for years. Walk up, walk down. Trot up, walk down. Canter up, walk down. I've got an exercise app on my Apple watch--which is how I finally realized my heartrate was so out of control in the first place--and last week, for the first time, when I trotted Rosie up the hill with myself in two-point--a bit like a jockey--then cantered up it in the same position (so, my own effort was the same, but my body was moving more quickly though space) my heartrate stayed the same. And was also reasonable.</p><p>This is huge, and exciting, and I've been gradually, systematically restoring Rosie's confidence, and my own. And yet--why compete? Especially last weekend, when I had nothing on the line, knew that I won't make it to any other horse trials this year, wasn't qualifying for anything, etc., etc., and let's face it, I'm not headed for the Olympics or anything--the importance of this show from an external standpoint was zero. </p><p>Also it was so much work, and it was very hot, and that two-stride my daughter set looked really scary, both to me and to Rosie. "Will they have a two-stride on Starter?" I asked. The answer was Almost Certainly Not. I'd ridden Starter at this venue before, with the leased horse, and the showjumping course was outside-diagonal-outside-diagonal, the simplest 8-jump course in the world. </p><p>My daughter set me a whole course, with the two-stride at the end. And I can canter whole courses now, which I couldn't do for a long time (before this, we trotted them). And Rosie did the whole course beautifully until the two-stride, where she spun away the second element, afraid. "Do I lower it?" my daughter asked.</p><p>"No," I said, "For heaven's sakes. She can trot that." (I probably said a different word than "heaven's.") I had her jump the second element by itself, twice, then the whole two-stride twice, and then I pulled her up and patted her. "Now I repeat the whole course?" I asked.</p><p>My daughter shrugged. "Maybe just the second half."</p><p>"Cathy," I said, referencing our coach and good friend, the indomitable Cathy Wieschhoff, "would make me repeat the whole thing."</p><p>So I did, and we were awesome. The anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach slid away. And then it stayed gone while I went to the event and competed at wiener Starter, and Rosie was very good in dressage, and then there actually was a two-stride on the Starter showjump course, and Rosie turned to it with understanding and something like pleasure, and jumped it very neatly. And we cantered the whole course and my heart rate stayed manageable, and my asthma didn't spike, and I didn't feel dizzy, and I rode well. The way I used to. The way I've longed to.</p><p>The next day Rosie warmed up for cross-country beautifully. We cantered the first fence on course and I felt her falter a tiny bit--wow, Mom, that came up fast--my old horse Gully always liked time to process situations he didn't really understand, and Rosie's the same way. She goggled at the big fences to either side of our small second fence, and I could tell the entire undertaking felt like a lot to her. We haven't schooled off our home farm since April, and while she wasn't at all worried about the jumps I was asking of her, she was concerned about the upper-level jumps nearby and the jump judges and being alone on course and who knows what else. She spun a few times, looking for a more comfortable place to be, and I turned her back the way we needed to go, with some correction but not too much fuss. We jumped all our jumps on the first attempt. We trotted more of the course than I had planned but I gave her the ride she needed.</p><p>Then we had a whole snafoozle at the finish line--a long story, fault on both sides--and ended up with time faults and didn't get a ribbon, but of course Rosie didn't know that, she felt very happy, and I didn't care--what's a ribbon, really?--and I felt very happy, and also physically really good, in a way I haven't for a long, long time. And we'll spend the fall and winter, in between weddings and trips and lovely family things, schooling some more off-property and getting Rosie used to more things, just as we got her used to the two-stride. And we'll compete not because we're headed for the Olympics or even for low-level glory, but because accomplishing something that both takes effort and makes your heart sing is always worthwhile. It even beats bon-bons on a nice comfy couch. The journey is its own reward.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-75968996124041420192023-08-01T11:17:00.002-07:002023-08-01T11:17:59.044-07:00A Free Ice Cream Kind of Day<p> Well. Yesterday the ALI Team (want to join us? we have work for you!) got to tour what used to be a medical laundry facility, but what will be soon, once we've signed a few papers, the NEW WORLD HEADQUARTERS OF APPALACHIAN LITERACY INITIATIVE. It's so amazing I can't even think about it in less than ALL CAPS. </p><p>Bristol Faith in Action has been astonishingly generous, giving us space for the last 3 years, but last year we just barely squeezed into it, and BFIA didn't have more to give. I will be thankful to them forever, and it was time for us to go.</p><p>The Team had a list of hopes for a new space: bigger, preferably big enough we could stay there for a good long while; free (oh we desperately hoped for free!); was climate-controlled (books need this, to say nothing of our Board and volunteers); had a functioning toilet; had WIFI or could have it added. Then we had a list of wouldn't-it-be-wonderful but not required, like a room or two separated off from the rest, and being within pleasant driving distance for most of us. In our pipe dreams we wanted a loading dock where it would be simple to unload pallets of books from the trucks delivering them (40,000 books is a lot to load and unload), and if we could have everything we wanted we'd prefer the space be in Tennessee.</p><p>Bristol is a border city, smack dab on top of the Tennessee/Virginia state line, which in our downtown actually forms the main street. This creates all sorts of unusual situations--right now, for example, the Tennessee grocery stores are on a sales tax holiday while the Virginia stores that are part of the same chain are not. ALI is based in Tennessee, it's where our legal address (a PO Box) and our registration are, but BFIA, where we had books delivered, is in Virginia. In Tennessee, to get a sales tax exemption certificate, which we are required by law to give to all the people we buy books from so we can get them tax-free, you type your Federal Nonprofit ID number into a database, and you get a certificate good for five years. It may have cost $20 originally, I can't remember, but I know that when it ran out a few weeks ago another appeared like magic in my PO Box, good for another five years.</p><p>In Virginia, to get the same certificate, I first had to register for some sort of state tax number, and getting it took a few weeks. Then, using that number, I filled out an 8-page application, and paid an annual fee of $300, for a certificate that only lasted 12 months. It's just about to expire and now I won't need to renew it.</p><p>Anyway, the former medical laundry is just so staggeringly beautiful it's hard to imagine it can be ours. It's a bit of a mess right now, of course--it's being used to store furniture for Ballad Health, and it's kind of beat up, and it's so fantastic. <i>It has a loading dock</i>. I pulled up to it this morning with my truck full of CVS shelving pieces, and two very kind men unloaded 90% of it in the time it took me and two other Team members to do the other 10%. Yesterday we all stood in the space, looking around, no one talking, and then I saw the expression on my Partner-In-Crime's face, and then our Operating Manager started talking about where her desk should go, and darned if Ballad didn't offer to take some of the cubicle pieces being stored in the space and build her a perfect desk. </p><p>And then they pointed to a bunch of empty bookshelves in one corner of the room, and told us they'd been gathering up unneeded bookshelves from all over the hospital system, and those were all for us. Honestly I've never cried over dusty bookshelves before. (Well, wait, I probably have.)</p><p>Ballad Health is behind ALI in a big way, for a simple reason: increasing literacy in children leads to adults with better health. It's stunning, but it's true, and Ballad knows it, and they're on our side.</p><p>Which, this morning, felt pretty amazing. Then I went to the post office and one of our grants renewed for next year, and someone sent us a lovely private donation--I'm busy securing all the funds I can right now, we had 66 schools apply so far this year. We accepted 53 schools last year, which was a ton, but I hate the thought of telling 13 schools no. So that was wonderful. Then I went to our local bakery downtown. We're having guests for supper and the bakery's desserts are better than mine. I went to pay for my selection, and the woman behind the counter said, "Would you like a free ice cream cone?"</p><p>I said, "Is it free ice cream cone day?"</p><p>She said it was. I picked strawberry. It was delicious. It's that kind of a day.</p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-45398823625423126402023-07-26T13:12:00.001-07:002023-07-26T13:12:29.635-07:00All in a Day's Hard Labor<p> Most of the time, my work involves me staring blankly at a computer screen, my fingers making tiny specific movements. It doesn't look like much.</p><p>Other times, my work involves me lying on the couch with both dogs, staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to solve an issue in whatever book I'm working on. It looks like even less.</p><p>Usually the work I do for Appalachian Literacy Initiative isn't very invigorating, either--writing grants, researching books for our list, beseeching people to support our work. </p><p>Today, though--today I worked like a stevedore, all for ALI. Early this morning our Operations Manager Hannah, who's technically not working this week, texted me and the rest of the board (all of whom besides me were out of town, don't worry, their time will come if it hasn't already, we all put in sweat equity) that the CVS on the parkway which just closed was selling off all furniture and fixings, first come first served, today. Next Monday we're touring a big empty space that we profoundly hope will be our new World Headquarters, and besides our bookshelves all of our furnishings at the current World Headquarters belong to our excellent landlords. </p><p>So I went to the CVS and explained about my nonprofit to the guys clearing the place. I told them I had a truck. One looked out the door and said, "I thought you said you had a truck." </p><p>I said, "That big blue thing in the corner." </p><p>The man said, "Nah, that ain't a truck, that's a Ford."</p><p>Chevy guy. I said, "The only truck what is a truck is a Ford," and he laughed and cut his prices from nearly nothing to half of that.</p><p> I bought 7 padded steel-frame chairs (from the pharmacy waiting area, they're nice), 2 desk chairs on wheels, a small round table, 2 trashcans, a bulletin board, a desk lamp, and 32 glorious feet of double-sided heavy-duty steel shelving, plus 2 endcaps, for the grand total of $245.30. (The 30 cents because they realized after the fact that they had to charge me state tax, so they back-engineered the original prices to come up with the closest after-tax total to $245 that was rational.) Then I went off to lunch with a smart woman who's kindly offered to help us set up our donor platform software, which we desperately need, and then my beautiful lovely grown-up and athletic daughter met me at the ex-CVS, her toolbox in her hand. We disassembled the shelving. Each 4-foot segment--eight of them--had--stops to count--between 17 and 23 separate pieces, many of them large, heavy, and unwieldy. Then we got every bit of it into my truck and my daughter's car, drove it to my house, stored the packed truck under the shedrow to shelter it in hopes that we can unload it next week at the New World Headquarters, transferred everything that was in my daughter's car to my garage, and collapsed from exhaustion. Just kidding. Actually we went and did the barn chores. </p><div><br /></div><div>Now I'm going to take a shower. It's a beautiful day.</div>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-73517598481966542462023-06-07T07:23:00.002-07:002023-06-07T07:23:56.829-07:00Ten Percent<p> Hello, hello! I've been away, finishing a book (The Night War, release date April 9, 2024), galivanting with friends, and then being sick for two weeks. That last I don't recommend, but there you are.</p><p>You all know about <a href="http://readappalachian.org">Appalachian Literacy Initiative</a> , the nonprofit my friend Tracy and I started six years ago to give low-income Appalachian schoolchildren free books. We designed our program as a specific and researched response to the question, "Why are poor kids two-and-a-half times less likely to read at grade level than their wealthier peers?" Tracy and I really did spend a whole year looking up the answers to this and figuring out the most cost-effective way to help, and now, for the first time, I have proof that we nailed it.</p><p>All along, we intended to track test scores to see if our program was having an effect. Now, of course there are limitations--testing is flawed, and teachers are doing their best to teach all their students, and may have access to many other interventions beyond our free books. BUT in a giant meta-study of reading interventions, the only thing that consistently raised reading scores was giving kids books. I always hoped we could see some sort of effect.</p><p>However we hit a little glitch with the global pandemic. Not only was there no testing for two years, but comparing post-pandemic numbers to pre-pandemic numbers makes no sense at all. So we waited, and kept telling everyone we thought this was a great idea, to hand out books, (as an aside--there's new research that correlates increased reading proficiency with lowered teen pregnancy rates--so, yay books!) and happily lots and lots of people agreed with us, so that every year out of our first five our program doubled in size and last year we gave books to 455 teachers and 8353 kids. </p><p>And finally we're getting some test scores where we can compare, before and after our program. We're in six different states which all test differently, and some schools have their results back and others don't. I spent yesterday making a spreadsheet of all the information I do have and I can tell you--</p><p>roughly, we increase reading proficiency by 10%.</p><p>Ten percent!</p><p>Does that sound small to you? Because I'm here to tell you, it's huge. Last year our program cost $28 per student enrolled. If we helped 10% of our students reach proficiency, that's 835 kids.</p><p>The greatest predictor of graduating from high school is whether kids read proficiently by the end of 4th grade (we enroll 3rd, 4th, and 5th grades). High school dropouts have an estimated net lifetime cost to the government (these numbers are five years old, I'll have to get new ones) of $292,000; high school graduates (again old numbers) have an estimated lifetime gain to the government of $180,000. Take 835 kids and get them on the track to high school graduation: a potential swing of $394,120,000. </p><p>Three hundred ninety four million dollars.</p><p>Another way of saying it: each dollar we spent giving books to kids could produce $1685 future benefit to society.</p><p>One of the studies I read, back when Tracy and I were doing our research, showed that giving kids $50 worth of books of their choice at the beginning of the summer had a greater impact on their reading scores than $3000 worth of summer school. What I'm saying today is that $50 worth of books can be worth $84,250. The support you all give us really does and will change lives.</p><p>Hooray.</p><p>Our applications are open on our website--if you teach at a low-income Appalachian school, by all means, apply to be part of our program next school year. </p><p>If you're feeling generous--there's a donate button there too. Every year we've doubled, and every year we've had to turn otherwise qualified schools away once we've committed all our funds. The money we bring in now will be spent on next year's students. </p><p><br /></p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-38119283133030988432023-04-13T10:33:00.001-07:002023-04-13T10:33:28.366-07:00The Swallows Returned!<p> Monday was my red-letter day of spring. Monday the swallows returned.</p><p>There are two species of swallows that summer on our farm: pearly white-breasted birds that I've always called "Field Swallows" but have just learned via Google are actually "Tree Swallows," and their buff-breasted cousins the Barn Swallows. I am fond of the Tree Swallows. I love Barn Swallows.</p><p>These tiny birds fly thousands of miles to migrate each spring and fall. In October I saw them along the Amazon in Peru, to the eventual annoyance of one of our guides, Julio. We'd spend hours exploring tributaries by skiff, and whenever any of us (8 tourist per skiff) saw anything interesting, we'd point it out to Julio so he could identify it for us. </p><p>So. Me: Julio, Julio, what's that? (said with wild excitement, because I'm pretty sure I know)</p><p>Julio: That's a swallow.</p><p>Me, two minutes later: Julio, over there?</p><p>Julio: That is also a swallow.</p><p>Me, one minute later: Julio, Julio!</p><p>Julio: Swallow.</p><p>Me, yet again: Julio! Julio, look!</p><p>Julio: Swallows, Kim!</p><p>Me: HAHAHA</p><p>Barn Swallows return to specific laying sites year after year, often reusing old nests, which they make themselves out of mud. Our barn became a barn swallow nesting site the first year it was raised. There are small flat metal plates on top of each light bulb fixture (because you have to have covered light bulbs in barns, for fear of fire) that were apparently perfect bases for barn swallow nests. We have nests on each of 12 light bulbs. We have a couple of nests built right next to the light bulbs, and a few tucked into corners of the framing. In an average summer we'll have 8 active nests, each raising two clutches of 3-5 birds. That's four dozen more swallows every year. Swallows can eat a whopping 850 insects per day which keeps both flies and mosquitos to pretty low levels around our farm. Often when I'm riding in the summer, half a dozen swallows will fly circles around me, hunting the insects my horse kicks up from the grass.</p><p>Also, they're beautiful. They're graceful and endearing and the babies are fabulously grumpy. </p><p>The tree swallows always return to our farm first, followed a week or so later by the barn swallows. When they're flying, it's hard to distinguish the two except that barn swallows have a deeply forked tail, a sideways V. I saw some tree swallows about 10 days ago, to my intense delight. Monday when my daughter and I went into the barn a pair of swallows was flying in circles around one of the old nest. They flew out the back door when they saw us, and we hurried after--"Forked tails!" my daughter exclaimed, and hugged me. I don't think she likes the swallows quite as much as I do, but it's admittedly a high bar.</p><p>I spent the next few days telling everyone how the swallows had returned, and now I'm telling you. Some sad day in mid-August they'll all leave at once, with no warning and far earlier than I think they should. But for now it's swallow time, my favorite season of the year.</p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-45155150000274883932023-02-01T07:13:00.002-08:002023-02-01T07:13:37.099-08:00Why We Needed Freewater<p>On Monday morning the Newbery award went to <i>Freewater</i>, a debut novel by Amina Luqman-Dawson. I'd bought the book last summer, but I didn't start reading it until this Monday afternoon, not for lack of interest, but because my To Be Read pile is threatening to overtake my entire house. I knew exactly where the book was in my stacks, and I snagged it and started reading over lunch.</p><p>This book, my friends, is exactly what a Newbery winner should be. It's also a primer in Why Everyone Needs Diverse Books. As it happens, the book may not have existed, at least not in its current form, without the work of We Need Diverse Books, a nonprofit organization founded in 2014 to address the fact that the books being published for children in this country did not reflect the diversity of the children living in this country. WNDB runs excellent mentorship and grant programs for aspiring children's writers and illustrators and for aspiring children's editors. I understand that both Amina Luqman-Dawson and her editor were part of those programs, which absolutely delights me. </p><p>It's vitally important that all children see themselves in the pages of the books they read. When I spoke at Southern Festival of Books a few years back, my daughter and I also spent some time working in the Parnassus Bookstore tent, both out of the goodness of our hearts and because they gave us a hefty discount in exchange. My daughter saw a little Black girl walking past a line of picture books suddenly stop and say, "Mama, look! This girl has hair like mine!" She patted the cover illustration of book showing a little Black girl with tightly curled hair. Her Mama stopped and smiled and acknowledged the likeness. "What's the book called?" the little girl asked. "It's called <i>'Beautiful</i>,'" her Mama said, and the child beamed.</p><p>But diverse books aren't just important for diverse (non-white, non-straight, non-cis, disabled, etc.) readers. Telling stories from different points of view builds empathy and understanding in all of us. That sounds very highbrow--here's what I mean. <i>Freewater</i> takes place within a community of formerly enslaved people (and some freeborn children) living hidden in the Great Dismal Swamp. I already knew the difference between describing someone as a slave and describing them as an enslaved person. 'Slave' seems to indicate something immutable; 'enslaved boy' tells you that the condition has been imposed on the boy by someone else. 'Enslaved person' centers the personhood.</p><p>In<i> Freewater</i>, Amina Luqman-Dawson uses the phrase "enslaved soul." </p><p>Think about that for a moment. Think about the difference between an enslaved man and an enslaved soul. It's subtle, but it's very, very real. Enslaving someone's soul feels far more devastating. It's a much more powerful phrase. And it's not one that ever occurred to me, even though I wrote a book about enslaved souls that at the time garnered very positive reviews. My book didn't win awards; for the first time, I'm glad. </p><p>I'm changed by reading <i>Freewater</i>. Hallelujah. You go read it, too.</p><p><br /></p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-58264268048663762872023-01-30T12:02:00.004-08:002023-01-30T12:02:30.991-08:00The Day After All The Calls<p> Today is the Oscars, the Tonys, and the Grammys of KidLit--American Library Association's Youth Media Awards. The Newbery and Caldecott winners were announced today, as well as the Printz, Siebert, Schneider Family, Stonewall, Coretta Scott King, and others--it's a great big festival of happiness. Nowadays there's a live online feed of the award announcements that draws several thousand kidlit watchers, including, of course, myself. While I technically did have a book published in 2022, there was absolutely no chance that <i>She Persisted: Rosalind Franklin</i> (of which I am quite proud) was going to win anything so I was in all senses a spectator this year.</p><p>It's lovely to have a book in contention but it's also strangely nerve-wracking. None of the major awards announce finalists ahead of time. However, winners do get "the call" before the official announcements--traditionally calls were made on Monday mornings very very early--that was what happened when I got an Honor in 2016--but now the switch seems to have been made to sometime the weekend before. That was true in 2021 when I got a call for Fighting Words, and according to a tweet from my friend Christina Sootornvat, it was true this year as well. </p><p>Christina got the call while selling Girl Scout cookies.</p><p>I always have favorites going in but hesitate to say what they are, because I know I haven't read a full sampling of the books. I hadn't read any of the Printz awardees this year, nor any of the Caldecotts, though I had books I loved that didn't get any mention. I loved Christina's <i>The Last Mapmaker</i> but I read it so long ago, when she kindly sent me an ARC, that it was almost a surprise to me that it was still eligible.</p><p>There are always favorites left off the lists. Both last night and this morning I saw posts online reminding authors and illustrators that books do not need shiny award stickers to be valuable to children. I know this with all my heart. The current surprise runaway hit from the fifth-graders enrolled in ALI? <i>Science Comics: Robots. </i>Honestly probably about as likely to have gotten an award as my Rosalind Franklin book--but 39 kids from a single elementary school in southwest Virginia just requested copies, as did 47 kids from a single school in eastern Kentucky the week before. </p><p>I have firsthand evidence that sometimes writers won't know the impact they've had on readers for years. Twenty-one years ago I published a novel set on the Appalachian Trail called Halfway to the Sky. It's still technically in print, though only electronically. It got good reviews, not great ones (a brief check just now on Amazon finds the phrase, "a fairly standard coming-of-age novel") and won absolutely nothing, though I did have several teachers tell me they enjoyed sharing it with their classes. About five years ago I got a letter from a young woman who wrote to tell me that my story had changed her life--because of it she started hiking. She found she loved the mountains and the woods. She listed some of the places she'd hiked and enclosed a photograph of herself on a summit.</p><p>Then I got another letter, from a young woman who'd started hiking because of Dani. She enclosed a photo of herself on the top of Kilimanjaro. </p><p>Then a third letter. Then a fourth. Extraordinary.</p><p><i>I read something you wrote, and my life changed.</i></p><p>No one can say anything better to any author, anywhere.</p><p>This year's Newbery Award went to a middle-grades novel called Freewater. I bought it last summer when I happily found myself in Anderson's Bookstore (which resides in the same suburb of Chicago as the nearest TopGolf--my son lives in Chicago, and TopGolf is a good time. So is Anderson's.) I remember holding Freewater and another book (don't remember that one) in my hands, telling myself to pick one (why I was exercising such uncommon restraint I don't know) and going with Freewater on the grounds that it sucked to be a debut author as Amina Luqman-Dawson was, while we were still halfway under pandemic restrictions--I think the author of the forgotten book must have been more wildly known. Everyone is going to read Amina's book now. Everyone will know its name. This is fabulous, and it's even more fabulous that both Amina and her editor came out of We Need Diverse Books' mentorship program. Several years ago some leaders in children's literature saw that we needed to be listening to, upholding, and honoring many more voices, from all backgrounds, not just white peoples'. I'm so thrilled about this. I once wrote a book about enslaved children called<i> Jefferson's Sons</i>. It's out of print but I sometimes get letters from people asking if I know where they can still get a copy. I don't. I've been suggesting people read <i>Crossing Ebeneezer Creek</i> instead, and I do love that book--but hey, here's <i>Freewater</i>, try this one, too. I'm pretty sure you're going to love it.</p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-85543141186073128682022-12-20T06:41:00.000-08:002022-12-20T06:41:00.922-08:00A Good Ride on Good Horses<p> Tomorrow is the sixth anniversary of my fifth concussion, the big one--well, okay, the biggest one. I suppose any time you're transported to hospital by ambulance it counts as "big." It was the stupidest of my concussions, too--it was at the end of a foxhunt when we were heading back to the horse trailers, cantering easily across a mown hay field. My mare, Sarah, caught the back edge of her front shoe with her back hoof, and tripped, and I went over her shoulder. Shouldn't have been much, but either I was quite unlucky or my brain had had enough of being knocked around. I was unconscious for eight minutes. When I started to come to, I was surrounded by sniffing foxhounds. One of them started to squat, and I batted and him and growled, "Don't you pee on me," which made our huntsman say, "Oh, thank God."</p><p>The huntsman hadn't noticed that Sarah was missing a shoe. I'd been at the back of the very small field, and no one knew why on earth I'd ended up on the ground, let alone unconscious. He'd called the local emergency response, and, when they told him they couldn't send an ambulance to a hay field no matter how exactly he could tell them where it was, rode out to the closest road and found a mailbox with an address on it and gave them that. He also, when the ambulance arrived, convinced them to take me to my home hospital in Bristol instead of the closest, which I think was Greenville. I had an MRI and didn't have a brain bleed. My children were making their ways home for Christmas. My husband rushed to the hospital and held my hand. The ER doc suggested I not ride "for a week or two."</p><p>I took six months off, which was the recommended return-to-play from my sport, eventing, which unfortunately sees a fair number of concussions. It was a long slow recovery. For the first several weeks I slept 14 or more hours per day. I couldn't stand to have my head moving in three dimensions, so yoga, which I loved, was out. Worst of all, I had trouble writing--not with ideas or stringing words together, but with the appearance of print on a page or a screen. I couldn't switch between fonts, or between handwritten and typed words, so I had to quit my volunteer job entering data for Bristol Faith in Action. I was working on The War I Finally Won, and the only way I could keep the words from dancing on the screen was to turn down the brightness of my screen and make the font size bigger. And then I could only work for an hour or two before I needed a nap. </p><p>It was a sucky winter, but by spring I was better. In the summer I took a Ride Safe clinic to reduce my chances of injury when coming off a horse. (I'd agreed to quit foxhunting and stay at the lower levels of eventing, but I still wanted to ride.) The Ride Safe clinic was fantastic; I highly recommend it. And I think it did teach me new muscle memory, as I've fallen off a few times since then and managed to protect my head. (It goes without saying that I always wear a helmet. In fact I've got a new one on order now that Virginia Tech just released their new research on concussion prevention.)</p><p>But I wasn't right. I was pretty close to right nearly everywhere but in the saddle. The rest of my life went on well. When I was riding I felt short of breath, sometimes dizzy; I couldn't do things I'd always done easily, and I sometimes did completely the wrong thing--little staccato blips of putting my hands or legs or upper body where they didn't belong. Once my trainer, and good friend, Cathy Wieschhoff roared at me, "WHERE IS YOUR MUSCLE MEMORY?" and the only thing I could say is, "I don't know."</p><p>My daughter was away at school. My books were doing well, I was more in demand as a speaker, I was traveling a lot. I was a little anxious in the saddle, I have severe asthma, I hadn't exercised in those six months of recovery--I had all the reasons, but no answers. </p><p>Then the pandemic hit. I wasn't going anywhere. I had been riding consistently, but mostly just hacking around the fields, sometimes jumping small things. Now I set about fixing whatever was wrong. I worked on the anxiety and asthma. I worked on slowly becoming more fit. I rode every day. </p><p>I rode poorly.</p><p>Sarah was injured in the field. I borrowed a friend's pony but didn't feel comfortable on him. I leased a saintly horse and got back into competition, sort of--I survived, but mainly due to the horse's goodness and care. I wasn't riding worth a nickel. </p><p>It's very frustrating to lose competence in something you love. I really could not figure it out. </p><p>My leased horse had to go back to his owners. Cathy found me a sweet intelligent mare with smooth paces and a broad back, perfect for me. I named her Rosie. I rode her every day and made almost no progress, all winter long.</p><p>Then I bought an Apple watch, for two features: its ability to tell me my blood oxygen percentage (a measure of how much my asthma is affecting me) and its fall alarm, which would alert my family if I fell off when riding alone. But I started noticing two things: my heart rate variability was always abnormally low--a sign my autonomic nervous system was running the show--and my heart rate itself soared whenever I rode. If I used the exercise bike in my basement, normal increase commensurate with the exertion. If I trotted around the field, my heart went above 140 bpm. If I cantered or jumped, 170 bpm. This is not remotely normal.</p><p>The kicker came when my friend Caroline and I went to Cathy's in May, and had a gymnastics lesson. I would trot into the gymnastic line, canter out. Then I'd wait while Caroline did the same. One hour. Heart rate between 155-170 bpm the entire time. </p><p>My friend Kelly, a biology professor who also rides, suggested that this was all neurological, unhealed damage from my concussion. <i>And it was. </i>This post is already long enough without my going into medical detail, but I spent the summer making trips for treatment to a functional neurologist in Raleigh, and my poor brain is finally better </p><p>Yesterday was cold and bleak. Katie and I haven't ridden much in the last few weeks of rain. We went out to our little ring on our filthy, shaggy horses, and we had the best rides--lovely moments of trot and canter, balance and harmony. It's all coming back now, and Rosie, who loves harmony, all but purred. </p><p>It's been six years, and I'm finally reaching the end.</p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-70683080251944369952022-12-19T12:07:00.001-08:002022-12-19T12:07:52.417-08:00Happy Monday<p> It's an odd day, isn't it? Around here the schools are closed, and I believe PenguinRandomHouse is shut down, too, for the regular two-week all-publishing-houses holiday. My son arrives from Chicago on Thursday. The post office just dropped off two Christmas gifts I'd ordered as well as Cookiepalooza, a box of assorted cookies my friend Rae sends us every year. We love Cookiepalooza; we all have our personal favs. (Meanwhile, Rae, if you get a book that doesn't look like it's from anyone, it's from me. Amazon didn't allow gift messages this year. And I KNOW I shouldn't be ordering from Amazon. Truth is that I'd bought six copies of my dear friend Betsy's new book, Reader I Murdered Him, all planned as gifts, and then I spontaneously gave two to Katherine Paterson and Stephanie Tolan when they were here, so I had to replace them, and of course I didn't think of it until last minute. So.</p><p>Our house is absolutely transformed by Christmas decorations, courtesy of my husband, who gets more artistic with every passing year. Our outdoor lights are lovely, too. Some of the trees we used to decorate have gotten too big for that, so last spring we planted a lot of new evergreens (really!) so that we still had plenty of appropriate light-bearing trees. The Santa Duck is up on Weaver Pike, with a new improved stand apparently sponsored by Lowe's. I love the Santa Duck. Everyone does. Also, I need to shout out to the person who lives in the house across from Tennessee High in one direction and Tennessee Middle in the other. They've got a Grinch in their yard and he's <i>taking down </i>the Christmas lights--there's a tree laying sideways on the lawn and another drooping from the edge of the porch. It's inspired.</p><p>Meanwhile, at ALI, we're giving out books for Christmas: 500 to Bristol, Virginia, schoolchildren; 75 to the YWCA after-care program; 77 to Bristol Faith in Action; 80 to children who came to the Holiday Open House on State Street; several dozen to an organization in Johnson City who needed last-minute donations for kids aged 0-16. Our regular program is for kids ages 9-12, but we were really lucky this year in that both Books-A-Million in Bristol and Barnes & Noble in Johnson City did book drives on our behalf, so we had absolutely beautiful books for all ages to share. We got a bunch of toys and stuffed animals, too--most of those went to Isaiah House, the transitional place for kids awaiting placement in foster care. If you gave a book this season, thank you so much. (If you didn't--there's still time!) This year we have so much to be grateful for, but tops on our list is the connections we've been able to foster with so many area organizations this year. </p><p>Happy second night of Hannukah to my Jewish friends. I will be Team Sour Cream until I die.</p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-70357618932143552652022-12-08T07:09:00.000-08:002022-12-08T07:09:48.340-08:00Books Saves Lives--Bid on a Zoom With Me!<p> </p><p>Hey all--</p><p>I think any of you who know me at all know how passionately against book-banning I am. I'm also a huge advocate for diversity of all types in children's literature, and as such have supported We Need Diverse Books from its inception. WNDB has just started an initiative against book banning called Books Save Lives. I know books save lives; I read my fanmail, and children write to me to tell me that it's true. </p><p>Like most children's book authors, I do paid in-person classroom visits. I'm expensive, and I'm good. As a usual thing I don't do paid Zoom visits, but every year I make an exception in support of WNDB. Their annual auction opens today, and you can bid to have me speak to your classroom or organization via Zoom <a href="https://e.givesmart.com/events/tEB/i/_Auction/jXM3/">here</a>. I hope you will! I'd love to talk with your students, and you'd be contributing to a cause very dear to me. </p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-65751274527301111452022-12-06T05:59:00.002-08:002022-12-06T05:59:32.631-08:00Happy Birthday to Me!<p> Today is my book-birthday: the publication date of my 19th book, She Persisted: Rosalind Franklin.</p><p>Here's the lovely cover:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/41U0KqEtPAL._SY291_BO1,204,203,200_QL40_FMwebp_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="205" height="293" src="https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/41U0KqEtPAL._SY291_BO1,204,203,200_QL40_FMwebp_.jpg" width="205" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Writing a biography of Rosalind Franklin was, oddly enough, a bucket-list item for me. Back when I first dared to think of myself as a writer (while I was, like Rosalind, working as a research chemist) I wrote a quick list of stories I wanted to write, and "Rosalind Franklin's story" was on that list. I think I was 24 then, so I wanted to write about Rosalind for over thirty years. Two years ago, when Philomel, the publisher, announced the first list of 12 "She Persisted" early chapter biographies, all about women who achieved remarkable things, I wrote my usual editor to find out who was editing the series. (Both Philomel and Dial, my usual publisher, are imprints of Penguin Random House.) I send that editor an email saying, essentially, I call dibs on Rosalind Franklin, and she wrote back that Rosalind was on their list for the second year of the series and that she was all mine. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Writing her story was a delight. Rosalind was a brilliant and meticulous scientist who achieved remarkable x-ray crystallographic images given the limitations of the equipment she was using. One of these confirmed the structure of DNA, something many scientists were working hard to understand. Rosalind's assistant, Maurice Wilkins, shared the Nobel Prize for the discovery of DNA alongside the better-known Watson and Crick. Rosalind didn't, because Nobels can't be given posthumously. Rosalind died at age 37 from ovarian cancer very possibly caused by the radiation leaked from the early x-ray microscopes. When James Watson wrote his book about the discovery, <i>The Double Helix, </i>he deliberately downplayed and distorted Rosalind's role and character. Even Francis Crick called it fiction. I'm not sure how much of that was actual misogyny--I think Watson would have thrown Crick under the bus if he could have gotten away with it--but it helped hide the truth about Rosalind Franklin's contributions for a long time. People who study science are mostly aware of the real story--I was, back in my early 20s, and not through any extraordinary effort--but a lot of people aren't. I know, because I've been talking about this book for the past several weeks, and been surprised by the number of people who ask, "Who was Rosalind Franklin?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Read the sweet little book, and you'll know. And to the real Rosalind Franklin, of blessed memory: I know they've named the Mars Rover after you, and a building at Oxford University, and a whole bunch of other things, but I've honored you in my own way. The sweet little mare I bought just after I signed the contract for the book? I call her Rosalind Franklin. xoxo</div><br /><p><br /></p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-40431103630014645582022-11-28T07:17:00.001-08:002022-11-28T07:17:49.682-08:00Thankful for Katherine Paterson<p> Good morning. Happy Monday. Cyber Monday, if you're into online shopping, which I'm mostly not. I don't <strike>really</strike> in any way do the Black Friday thing either--I'm not sure if that's because I disdain modern commercialism or am just too privileged to need to spend the day after Thanksgiving shopping in order to afford the gifts I want to give. (Both?) Either way, I spent the day after Thanksgiving picking out a Christmas tree on a little North Carolina farm, then watching the USA play England to an unexpected tie in the World Cup. In terms of the pool standings the tie doesn't mean much, but it was really great to see the team play well. I'm invested in Team USA Soccer now that my son works for them. </p><p>His Thanksgiving dinner sponsored by the US Embassy in Qatar turned out to have 600 guests and very long lines for food, but he did get turkey. I asked if the team ate there too, and he sounded shocked--apparently it's not the done thing to stuff yourself senseless the day before a big World Cup game.</p><p>I'm thankful for my lovely children, of course--always am, every day--but this year I was especially thankful for the technology that let me see my son in real time while I spoke to him on Thanksgiving, even though he was--checks Google Maps--7,202 miles away.</p><p>I'm also thankful for this Wednesday, November 30th, because I get to be with Katherine Paterson again. I'm appearing with her and fellow author Stephanie S. Tolan at 7:30 pm at Central Presbyterian Church (it's the one next to King, not the one across from St. Anne's.) Stephani is the winner of a 2003 Newbery Honor for her hilarious book, <i>Surviving the Applewhites. </i>(I just went onto Amazon to check the date of the award, and was informed that I bought the book in hardcover on March 23, 2003. Go me.) I've never met Stephanie but I admire her work, and she and Katherine are in town because their new play, Good King Wenceslas, is debuting at the Paramount by the King University theatre department, Thursday at 11 am and Friday at 7:30. I presume the public is invited. I know I'll be there, as well as to Katherine's 9:45 presentation on Thursday at the King University Memorial Chapel, and the 4:00 pm Thursday meet-and-greet at the Kegley room in the Bristol Public Library. </p><p>Phew. Thursday is going to be a big day, and I for one am going to relish every moment.</p><p>I adore Katherine Paterson. I always have. I've said in public, several times, that her book <i>The Great Gilly Hopkins </i>(Newbery Honor, 1979) had a huge influence on me as a writer. It's funny, and spicy, and honest in a way that until then hadn't been done. Along with Beverly Cleary, Katherine Paterson changed the course of children's literature. Her work laid the foundation for the wonderful explosion of creative stories being written today. </p><p>Also, she's funny, and kind, and I love her. She graduated from King University here in Bristol, back awhile ago, so she still returns here often. She's hale for 90 years old, but she is 90 years old. I cherish every moment I get to spend with her. I hope you'll come be with us. You'll cherish her, too.</p><p><br /></p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-52705792433268546482022-11-22T08:01:00.001-08:002022-11-22T08:01:27.752-08:00Hello Again<p> I've been wanting to get back to the blog for awhile now. In some way it's connected in my mind with moving on from the pandemic--I think because during the pandemic there was a lot I didn't want to talk about. My family were all safe, and things were tough, but not nearly as tough as they were for a lot of people. I don't think we'll ever get a straightforward ending to this thing, but I'm travelling again, and my kids are back to mostly normal lives. My Facebook memory today was from three years ago, NCTE, the very last book conference I attended (after a couple-year span when I went to a TON of conferences); in two weeks, I'm going to my first live school event since then. I'm pretty excited.</p><p>Meanwhile I just joined Hive Social, a group like Twitter but without Elon Musk. I enjoy Twitter because I get to interact with a lot of my fellow kidlit writers there, but I hate Elon Musk, and today I realized that "I hate Elon Musk" was sufficient reason to join a different community. I am friends with 3 people on Hive so far, all of them writers, so if you're there please friend me so I can find you. </p><p>Yesterday in the World Cup, the United States tied Wales 1-1. Not a great showing, not an awful one. I watched hoping to get a glimpse of my son, who's a strategy manager for the US Soccer Federation--business strategy, not game strategy--and who is in Qatar to help run things for our team. We love a lot of sports in this country but soccer is the global game--just before the opening kick yesterday two men came to install my new dryer. They were speaking Spanish to each other. I showed them the photo my son had just texted, of himself and his fellow employees at field level, and the two men grinned and told me their team, Ecuador, had beat Qatar the day before. </p><p>In other news: I have a book coming out in three weeks: <i>She Persisted: Rosalind Franklin, </i>about one of the co-discoverers of DNA. I'm working on the book that will come out in spring 2024. It's coming well but doesn't have a title yet--it did have one, but that's been scratched. It's about history and ghosts and I quite like it.</p><p>My horse threw a shoe on the opening day of deer season, colossally bad timing given that my redneck farrier takes the whole first week of deer season off. The horse--her name is Rosalind Franklin, after the scientist, I got her right after I signed the book deal--one thing that happened during the pandemic is that my horse Sarah sliced her leg open in the pasture and did survive, which was by no means certain, but isn't really rideable anymore--anyhow, Rosie, the horse (the real Rosalind Franklin HATED being called Rosie, but the mare rather likes it) is very attached to me and was very, very angry that I was gone most of November. When I came back we had one ride in which she was righteous and dramatic and wanted to run hard and jump big things, and I, who'd been mostly sitting on boats for two weeks, did not, and then she threw the shoe and now she's blaming me for it. </p><p>I was in Peru. Peru is worth a lot of blog posts. I'll get to that. Meanwhile, good to see you all again.</p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-73904428984515395112022-08-01T07:02:00.002-07:002022-08-01T07:02:40.357-07:00Healing Through Narrative: A Gift from the Old Knitting Factory<p> Wow, I had no idea I'd gone three months without writing a blog. I'll try not to do that again. I've been writing a lot of other stuff, and there's been some big changes since April 1st. Appalachian Literacy Initiative was awarded some lovely grants that are going to allow us to double the number of students we serve from last year (and that was doubled from the year before!) AND hire our first employee. Her name is Hannah Smith, we all adore her, and today is her first regular day.</p><p>If you live near Bristol and have been hankering to help out at ALI, you can now drop by to sticker books and help Hannah any day M-F from 9-3. This makes me practically giddy. Last school year the entire board were working about as hard as we could, given the limitations of our other commitments, so we'd never be able to expand like this without Hannah.</p><p>Oh, and if you're a teacher, grades 3-5, in an Appalachian region school that is greater than 50% free lunch, you'd be eligible for our program. Applications are on our website, readappalachian.org, and are open until August 31st.</p><p>The other big news is that I learned that some weird symptoms I'd been having, especially while riding, which I'd tried to fix by addressing asthma and anxiety and some other stuff, were actually still the result of brain damage from my TBI five and a half years ago. AND THEY WERE FIXABLE. My biologist friend Kelly steered me toward a functional neurologist in Raleigh, and I've been going for treatments a few days a month, plus doing eye movement exercises at home. The difference is astonishing.</p><p>Also I took my new little mare, Rosalind Franklin, to our first two starter horse trials. She was overwhelmed and anxious, screaming for my daughter's horse, the first one--and we finished on our lousy dressage score, in second place. She was brave and bold the second one (and my daughter's horse wasn't there) and we finished on our very good dressage score, in first place! It was wiener-level, but we were the best wiener level pair, and I was thrilled.</p><p>None of that is what I came to say today. I came to say that yesterday I took a lovely Healing Through Narrative mini writing retreat, on Zoom, from my friend Betsy Cornwell, and if you're interested in that sort of thing I think you should take one, too. I got a lot more out of it than I intended.</p><p>I don't mean that rudely at all. Betsy's a NYT bestselling author of YA fantasy novels. She's a graduate of both my college (Smith) and my husband's (Notre Dame); the Smith alum online boards is where I first got to know her. We've been friends for five years now. We've only met once, but that's because she lives in Ireland and there's been this pesky global pandemic. I'm going to go see her next year, and I can't wait.</p><p>Betsy's a single mom to a young son. She's renovating an old knitting factory in rural Ireland, a place built to teach young girls to knit as a cottage industry, into a home and a retreat center for writers. She also teaches writing at the University of Galway, and at Kylemore Abbey, which is run by Notre Dame. I'd love to join her teaching a writer's retreat there someday. I'm also lately getting to asked to teach writing workshops these days, so I thought it would be useful to hang out on the two-hour retreat Betsy had put together, and learn some teaching skills.</p><p>The truth is I learned a lot more. We started out writing three-sentence false autobiographies of ourselves, in which only our names and pronouns were true. Everyone shared. People claimed to be fossils, aliens, airplane pilots, and gardeners, among others. I'm not going to share mine with you, because while I started out in the spirit of the thing, write whatever amuses you, don't self-censor, what came out tells me more about myself than I expected. It's feeling rather private and precious to me now.</p><p>Everyone had been invited to bring any passage of writing that spoke to them, to share. Again, this was moving and meditative. We all typed the names and authors of the passages into the chat box, so we could read further if we wished, and I am, especially "Sometimes a Wild God" by Tom Hiron, and the poetry of Vicki Feaver.</p><p>I read part of "Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver. <i>Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on.</i></p><p>Then Betsy taught story structure in a way I'd never heard before, including that there's one ideal story that all stories return to: "A person goes on a journey/a stranger comes to town" and they are of course the same thing from different points of view. I ended up making a bunch of notes thinking about how what Betsy said intersected with the manuscript I'm working on.</p><p>Then we did another writing exercise, about sensation and healing and a little bit of magic.</p><p>It was healing and a little bit magic.</p><p>I absolutely loved these two hours. Betsy's running two more of these mini-retreats, online, on August 21 and September 18. She's got private mentorship time available too, as well as a monthly one-hour writing class, and a book club in which no one has to read a particular book. It's all up on theoldknittingfactory.com.</p><p>Meanwhile, thanks, Bets. It was good to be a student again. Love you.</p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-2992707514038196162022-04-01T08:28:00.003-07:002022-04-01T08:28:59.353-07:00Fan Mail<p> So, the Tennessee house passed the book banning bill, HB1944, 63-24, and it's on to the Senate where its approval is anticipated. They're moving forward on HB2633, which would allow teachers to refer to their trans students by their gender assigned at birth/dead name, without fear of reprisal.</p><p>The fiscal note on HB2633 says that it's almost certainly unconstitutional and if enacted is expected to cost the state of Tennessee over 5 BILLION dollars in federal education funding, but hey, that's the price you pay to enshrine your bigotry into law.</p><p>Meanwhile, yesterday I received a letter from a fifth grade student. I'm not going to share one single personal detail about said person, nor am I quoting any part of their letter to me, which I consider private between us. I would not out this kid for the world--I feel such incredible tenderness, love, and concern for them.</p><p>They aren't trans, at least not to my knowledge. (As an aside, please note that I've switched to they/them pronouns in an effort to blur this student's identity, and you all fully understood what I wrote. Not that big a deal, is it? Carry on.)</p><p>They attempted suicide.</p><p>They were writing to tell me how important several of my books are to them, but especially Fighting Words, in which traumatized elder sister Suki, not the POV character, attempts to take her life. </p><p>(I will point out that I deliberately wrote this book very carefully to make it age-appropriate for fifth grade readers. The word "suicide" isn't in the book. It's written to discourage attempts, not encourage them--there are guidelines for that, and I followed them.)</p><p>The letter writer wanted me to know that they are getting help. They hoped I would write the court trial scene, alluded to but not shown in the book, but noted gently that they understood if it was too hard for me. And they asked me some personal questions, again reassuring me I didn't have to answer if it was too hard. </p><p>They are in fifth grade. </p><p>I read this letter and I sat in my car outside the post office and I sobbed.</p><p>This book, Fighting Words, has been challenged in school libraries. To my knowledge, each time it has been put back on the shelves--but any challenge automatically removes a book from library shelves for a period of time.</p><p>This child needed my book, in a way that's impossible for anyone who hasn't been in a similar position to understand. They were not too young. They needed to hear that help is possible, that help can work, that despair never lasts forever but death does, that staying alive and fighting and speaking up is worth however difficult it is to do.</p><p>Any parent can remove any book from their own child's hands. But no parent should take away a book from another child. You don't know each child's story. You don't know which books they desperately need.</p><p>This is why book banning is heinous. It's why it's a crime. Suicide is the <i>second-highest </i>cause of death in children ages 10-14--behind cancer, birth defects, heart problems, pneumonia, influenza, Covid--a statistic we dropped from the afterword of my book because it's frankly terrifying. </p><p>It terrifies me. It should terrify you. Keep the books on the shelves that explain hard things in age-appropriate ways. Stop being such flaming jerks who don't care if fifth graders live or die.</p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-39461490022779619372022-03-09T07:09:00.002-08:002022-03-09T07:09:54.539-08:00<p> I am in fact tired of being political. I'd like to write something about knitting. Or puppies. But the Tennessee state legislature is at it again, promoting HB0800 on to the next round of consideration, and this is so completely wrong I can't be quiet about it.</p><p>If you would, and particularly if you are a resident of Tennessee, please please please email or call your legislators about this. They need to know how you feel. One thing I learned in my trip to Nashville last week is that there's a sort of conservative echo-chamber going on, and the members inside it really do believe they're speaking for most Tennesseans--or, at least, most of the Tennesseans who count.</p><p>We don't want to live in a world filled with hate. Do you remember back when the legality of gay marriage was being debated? There were a lot of "slippery slope" arguments about how it would lead to increased crime and depravity and licentiousness. Seven years later, it's clear that legalizing gay marriage actually led to--surprise!--gay people becoming legally married. That's it. It lead to an increase in the bonds that strengthen society. </p><p>You can't find a single quote in the Bible where Jesus says anything about homosexuality. But Jesus does say, "Judge not, lest ye be judged." (Matt. 7-1)</p><p>Here's the letter I sent out today:</p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Dear Representatives of the House Calendar and Rules Committee,</span></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I write to strongly protest HB0800. Here is the text of the bill:</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">WHEREAS, Tennessee public schools should focus student attention on academic curricula critical for student success, such as reading, science, and mathematics; and WHEREAS, textbooks and instructional materials and supplemental instructional materials are essential to students receiving a full and complete education; and WHEREAS, textbooks and instructional materials and <span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">supplemental instructional materials that promote, normalize, support, or address controversial social issues, such as lesbian, gay, bi-sexual, and transgender (LGBT) lifestyles are inappropriate</span>; and WHEREAS, <span style="background-color: #fce5cd;">the promotion of LGBT issues and lifestyles in public schools offends a significant portion of students, parents, and Tennessee residents with Christian values</span>; and WHEREAS, <span style="background-color: #d9ead3;">the promotion of LGBT issues and lifestyles should be subject to the same restrictions and limitations placed on the teaching of religion in public schools</span>; now, therefore, BE IT ENACTED BY THE GENERAL ASSEMBLY OF THE STATE OF TENNESSEE: SECTION 1. Tennessee Code Annotated, Title 49, Chapter 6, Part 22, is amended by adding the following as a new section: Notwithstanding § 49-6-2201(h)(9)(B), the commission shall not recommend or list, the state board shall not approve for local adoption or grant a waiver pursuant to § 49-6-2206, and LEAs and public charter schools shall not locally adopt or use in the public schools of this state, textbooks and instructional materials or <span style="background-color: #ead1dc;">supplemental instructional </span>materials that promote, normalize, support, or address lesbian, gay, bi sexual, or transgender (LGBT) issues or lifestyles.</span><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">1. "Supplemental materials" means any book in the school library, grades PK-12. This bill would prohibit any mention of LGBT people in any way. This is clearly discriminatory and unconstitutional.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">2. That gay and trans people exist is not a controversial social issue.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">2. According to Pew Research center, 70% of all Americans, including 29% of white Evangelical Protestants, supported gay marriage as of 2021. "Christian values" do not necessarily include homophobia.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">3. The point highlighted in green is simply ridiculous. Being LGBT is not a religion. </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">This bill will stigmatize and marginalize our students who are LGBT or who have LGBT parents. Over 90% of Tennessee LGBT students already report harassment in public schools. 15% of all Tennessee high school students--straight and gay combined--made an actual suicide plan in 2019. We can not afford the toll this bill will take on our students' mental health.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">People are born LGBT in the same way they are born left-handed. When my aunt was in public school in the 1950s her first-grade teacher tied her left hand to her desk because "left-handedness was the sign of the devil." Forcing my six-year-old aunt to learn to write with her right hand did not make her right-handed, but it may have contributed to the learning problems that plagued her through elementary school. Now, of course, we see "left-handedness as the sign of the devil" as both ridiculous and wrong.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Please vote no to HB0800.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Kimberly Bradley</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Bristol, TN</div>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-4444760642369905742022-03-05T08:25:00.002-08:002022-03-05T08:25:52.375-08:00On the Corner of MLK Jr. Street and John Lewis Way<p> Last Wednesday I spoke at a Criminal Justice subcommittee meeting of the Tennessee house legislature against the book banning bill, HB1944. Seventeen people had registered to speak and submitted their comments 24 hours in advance--11 in support of book banning, 6 against. </p><p>A few random notes: there's clearly a hidden agenda at work here. All of the book banning supporters railed against pornography in the schools, repeatedly calling librarians pedophiles and sex groomers, quoting the Bible, and claiming that everything started to go wrong in public education the moment we actually enforced the Constitution and eliminated Christian prayer in public schools. However, when you look at the books actually challenged by Moms For Liberty in Tennessee schools, most are actually along the lines of "The Story of Ruby Bridges." The only book they actually challenged at elementary level on the grounds of sexual content was "Seahorse: The Shyest Fish in the Sea," a nonfiction picture book about seahorses. Moms For Liberty felt that, because male seahorses carry the fertilized eggs and actually give birth, this opened a gateway to acceptance of transgender people. </p><p>You can't make this shit up.</p><p>Also, of the 37 people challenging books in Williamson County elementary schools (that's just south of Nashville, an affluent, predominantly white area), only 14 actually had children enrolled in the schools.</p><p>Since all the people testifying for or against the bill were only speaking to the lawmakers present--we couldn't address each other--and since only the lawmakers could ask questions, I wasn't able to say a whole lot of what I might have liked to. Happily, I'll get another chance: I've been invited, along with fellow writer and Vanderbilt faculty member Andrew Maraniss, and Tennessee Association of School Librarians representative Lindsey Kimery, to participate in a live call-in television news show about this bill. It's on Nashville's Channel 5, Thursday, March 10th, from 7-8 Central time. (That's 8-9 EST.)</p><p>Enough people were expected that they moved the meeting into the largest hearing room, and even with that perhaps a dozen people had to stand. The discussion of the one bill lasted three hours. One of the most vocal, nearly hysterical, voices in support of book banning was Victoria Jackson. I remember watching her on Saturday Night Live in the early 1990s, and I'd love to know how she journeyed from the cast of SNL to book banning in Tennessee. </p><p>Almost no one wore masks in the crowded space. Covid's finally going away in a lot of the country, but in east Tennessee it's still rampant, so I had my mask on. I would have taken it off when I was speaking, but someone's perfume in the room set my asthma off, and I kept coughing. I used my inhaler, and I kept my mask on, but plenty of the Moms for Liberty gave me side-eye, as though I was deliberately giving them Covid. They didn't put on masks. They just glared. </p><p>Nashville is a five-hour drive from my home in eastern Tennessee, so I'd driven over Tuesday night. I stayed in a hotel quite close to the Capitol that was inexpensive and had rooms, and the reason for that was that it was an absolute dive. Clean enough and safe enough, but phew. But in the morning at the free breakfast buffet all the patrons were wearing suits and nice clothing and were exceptionally well groomed. Guess I wasn't the only person with business at the Capitol.</p><p>In the morning I moved my car to the parking garage across from the office building where the hearing was. I went out to the street and waited on the corner for Lindsey Kimery and for author Ruta Sepetys, who were meeting me there so we could walk in together. (If you haven't read Ruta's new book, I Must Betray You, please do so immediately. It's wonderful, and also very relevant given the situation in Ukraine.) I looked around at the lovely spring day, and noticed that I was standing at the intersection of Martin Luther King Jr. Drive and Representative John Lewis Way. This pleased me immensely. The subcommittee vote didn't go the way I hoped--7-3 in support of putting the bill before the entire committee, which will happen next Wednesday morning--but I still feel it was a good sign.</p><p>I know I've mostly blogged about book banning, and I know it's not as intrinsically interesting a topic as the highjinks my animals are up to (the horses broke into the barn recently and ate $75 worth of horse treats. I'd stocked up because I have to mail-order these ridiculously expensive German horse muffins and I bought enough to get free shipping. And it's outlandish to feed your horse German horse muffins, but it makes my sweet mare practically purr. Though when she complained about not getting a muffin the day after she ate her share of several dozen, I wasn't nearly as sympathetic as she hoped.). However. Book banning is really important. In Tennessee right now, nearly half of our public schoolchildren get free lunch. We know that nationwide 61% of low-income children don't have any age-appropriate books at home. We know there are significant barriers to public libraries for many low-income children, particularly those living in rural areas. School libraries are our children's primary access to books. Increasing access to books is the most important factor in increasing children's academic achievement and consequent success. </p><p>Also? Homophobia and white supremacy have no place in our schools or our society. Given the tenor of the earlier testimonies, I added a line to mine on the fly. It was this: "There are gay and transgender students in Tennessee public schools, and gay and transgender parents. Their existence is not pornographic."</p><p>There was a hiss from the room behind me. </p><p>This is what it's about.</p><p>If you feel like watching a video of the subcommittee meeting, here's a <a href="https://wapp.capitol.tn.gov/apps/videowrapper/default.aspx?CommID=832010">link</a>.</p><p>If you feel like attending the full Criminal Justice meeting where it will be decided whether this bill goes to the entire house, it's next Wednesday at 9am. If you'd like to speak, you need to email emily.hamby@capitol.tn.gov to ask to be put on the agenda, and you need to send her a precis of your remarks by 9am Tuesday.</p><p>If you'd like to comment at the call-in show on Thursday, please do.</p><p>If you'd like to email members of the Tennessee General Assembly, you can reach everyone through capitol.tn.gov.</p><p>Cheers!</p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-36521435598551744622022-02-09T06:48:00.000-08:002022-02-09T06:48:53.674-08:00A Tale of Two Days, with Books<p> On Monday I decided to give myself a pandemic treat: I went to a swanky grocery store in a neighboring town. It was fun. I love my local Food City, but every now and again want to spend extra money for fancy cheese or exotic produce, or at least something I haven't eaten repeatedly in past few months. We haven't been traveling, we almost never eat out these days, only 3 restaurants deliver to our farm, and while I enjoy cooking I have lately been bored.</p><p>I needed to hand in my library books and get fresh ones, and since I was headed to Johnson City, I decided to go to our branch library, Avoca, which was on the way, instead of the downtown library I usually go to. Avoca's tiny but lovely. I don't go there often, since the downtown library is on the way to ALI world headquarters. I sit on one of the boards at the main library, and I'm there every week, and nearly every employee there knows me by sight as Kimberly Brubaker Bradley, one of the two writers in Bristol. (The other is Jennifer Estep: you should look her books up, they're fabulous.) </p><p>So I was anonymously perusing the New Fiction section at Avoca when I heard a man in his 60s say, angrily, "I need to make a complaint about the selections in this library."</p><p>As many of you know, I've been on a fulltime rant against censorship lately, so my ears perked up.</p><p>The man said, "<i>Where </i>is the new ---?" and he named some popular novelist I immediately forgot.</p><p>The librarian said, "Bert, I'm so sorry. I tried like anything to get it in last week, but I couldn't. And now we're getting a new check-out system so I won't have it until the first of March."</p><p>The man said, plaintively, "No new books for a <i>month?"</i></p><p>The librarian commiserated, and said, "I've got two I can't wait to read, and no, they won't be in the system until March."</p><p>The two then started slanging on James Patterson, while I carefully selected a Nora Roberts novel. Nora Roberts just gave a grant to fund ALI in two West Virginia elementary schools next year, and I am a big fan. Then I walked back to the children's section and they had Fighting Words prominently displayed.</p><p>That was Monday. Yesterday was ship-out day at ALI. This is the day, four times a year, when we send our enrolled classes teacher sets of 6 books each. Their students will chose one title from what we send and order it for themselves, to keep. This year we have 186 classes enrolled, from North Carolina to upstate New York, so it's a lot of work. We get extra volunteers in and start early. It turns out our efforts to organize and streamline our processes are paying off: we finished the ship out in a little over 3 hours yesterday, including our lunch break. (Come work ship out day! We'll feed you free lunch.) </p><p>Here's what we shipped out. Third grade: The Bad Guys (graphic novel), Who Was? (biography series, many different subjects), Unusual Chickens for the Exceptional Poultry Farmer, Power Forward, Coraline, and Wish. Fourth grade: Dog Man (graphic novel), Mummies Exposed (nonfiction), The Graveyard Book, Bud Not Buddy, Front Desk, and Aru Shah and the Song of Death. Fifth grade: Brave (graphic novel), Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Brown Girl Dreaming, Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, Amina's Voice, and Hoot. I wish you could have seen how beautiful these books were, stacked in piles, gleaming, bright. </p><p>At the end of the afternoon some of the teachers from local schools came to pick their books up themselves. If they do this, thus sparing us postage costs, they get to pick out some free books from our shelves of books that aren't part of our school program. It was really fun to talk books with the teachers and learn what interests their students. Bright nonfiction is big. Graphic novels, of course. Rick Riordan, Dave Pilkey. </p><p>If kids can get their hands on books that excite them, they'll read them. When they practice reading they get better at it. When they get better at reading they do better in school. They graduate high school, they have more options, they can get better jobs. Books are a way out of poverty.</p><p>But they're more than that. Books are a way into imagination. They're fantasy, adventure, space travel. They can take a person far away from their home, put them into other people's experiences, change their lives. </p><p>Or, you know, just teach them a lot of fart jokes. But I'm okay with that, too.</p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-53025923030745495712022-02-03T07:54:00.000-08:002022-02-03T07:54:05.823-08:00The People In Your Neighborhood<p> Warning: what comes next is a bill introduced to the TN state legislature followed by two emails, one deeply homophobic and hurtful to many people.</p><p>First, Tennessee HB0800/SB1216, introduced into the House by Bruce Griffey and now co-sponsored by Todd Warner and Susan Lynn, introduced into the Senate by Frank Niceley:</p><p><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 14.8px;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">As introduced, prohibits the state textbook and instructional materials quality commission from recommending or listing, the state board of education from approving for local adoption or from granting a waiver for, and LEAs and public charter schools from adopting or using textbooks and instructional materials or supplemental instructional materials that promote, normalize, support, or address lesbian, gay, bi-sexual, or transgender issues or lifestyles. </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.8px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It's worth noting that "supplemental instructional materials" by definition includes every single book in a school's library. Books don't need to be taught to count under this bill, they simply must be inside a school.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.8px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Next, an email I sent yesterday to Rep. Griffey and Sen. Niceley:</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Dear Representatives Griffey and Warner,<u></u><u></u></span></p><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><u></u> <u></u></span></p></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">As you promote HB0800, which blatantly discriminates against LGBTQIA parents and children in our state, may I remind you of the fiasco of North Carolina's HB2, which was estimated to cost that state 3.76 billion dollars in lost revenue before it was repealed?<u></u><u></u></span></p></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><u></u> <u></u></span></p></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">That would be a disaster for our state, and it would have your names on it.<u></u><u></u></span></p></div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><u></u> <u></u></span></p></div><div style="background-color: white;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Kimberly Brubaker Bradley</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;">Next, the email I received from Griffey in reply, in its entirety: </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">In my opinion, and that of the vast majority of Tennesseans, schools are not the place for teaching or indoctrinating children with LGBTQ lifestyles or values. Our schools are for learning reading, writing, and math.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;">Apparently, according to Griffey, Tennessee schools are a place for indoctrinating children with homophobia and hatred. But as I read his email I saw how it was wrong in many, many places. (I could start with expecting schools to teach history and science, though that's a trivial point.) That the "vast majority" of Tennesseans think the way Griffey thinks they do is clearly false: a bit of math and Pew Research statistics tells us that in 2019, 47% of Tennesseans polled said they support gay marriage. That's lower than the national average, but it's unlikely to have dropped in the last 3 years and I'd never call 53% of anything a "vast majority."</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;">Then I pondered the phrase "LGBTQ lifestyles and values." I thought of the LGBTQIA (I prefer to write it that way) people I personally know, and what their lifestyles and values are. Some are committed churchgoers. Some are Christian pastors. They go to work, they go to school, they raise their children. Some are athletes. Some are artists. The only difference I consistently note between an LGBTQIA value and lifestyle and an anti-LGBTQIA value and lifestyle is that the LGBTQIA people are far less likely to be prejudiced.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;">Then I thought about what would make Griffey, a 70-year-old cis het white man, feel so convicted that LGBTQIA lifestyles were all that much different from his, and I realized, he probably thinks he doesn't know any gay or trans people. He only sees media representation--something he can easily "other." Anyone he encounters in his everyday life he assumes must be straight and cis, because if not he'd be able to tell, and he can't.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;">Here's news to Griffey: according to latest research, non-heterosexual people make up about 6% of the population. In Tennessee, trans people make up about 0.45%. So, say Bristol, the city where I live, has 40,000 people. That's 2400 gay people and 180 trans people. In Bristol, TN.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;">The Nashville metro area has a population of about 1.9 million. That means 114,000 gay people and 8550 trans people. These are not insignificant numbers. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;">I just now got back from running a few errands. I went to the bank, the post office, and the local Food City to pick up prescriptions and breakfast sausage. I nodded hello to some strangers and was helped by a pharmacy tech and a clerk when my prescriptions wouldn't ring correctly. I probably encountered 20 people, all except the pharmacist (hi, Cathy!) unknown to me. How many of them were gay or trans?</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;">I have absolutely no idea. Why not? Because it's none of my business. I'm not entering into an intimate relationship with any of them. I don't need to know their sexuality or gender identity, and I can't tell it by looking at them. Not only do I have no reason to assume they're straight and cis, I have no reason to care either way. I don't want to hear about Senator Frank Niceley's sexual past either. It's none of my business unless it breaks the law.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;">My husband works in a busy ophthalmology office--about 60 staff, and let's say 500 different patients every week. How many of those 560 people are gay or trans? You could do the math to show that, statistically speaking, there are gay people in the office every day and trans people at least some of the days, but also--it would be none of your business. Sexuality and gender identity aren't part of being a physician, an employee in a medical office, or an ophthalmology patient.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;">You'd think this would be obvious to everyone, but, it seems, it isn't. Representative Todd Warner hasn't responded to me. Neither has Representative Susan Lynn, though her Wikipedia page shows the following under Political Career, in its entirety: (TW)</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0.5em 0px;">In March 2018, she sponsored legislation requiring Tennessee schools to prominently display "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_God_We_Trust" style="background: none; color: #0645ad; text-decoration-line: none;" title="In God We Trust">In God We Trust</a>".<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-4" style="font-size: 11.2px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_Lynn#cite_note-4" style="background: none; color: #0645ad; text-decoration-line: none;">[4]</a></sup></p><p style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0.5em 0px;">In 2020, Lynn voted against removal of a bust honoring <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ku_Klux_Klan" style="background: none; color: #0645ad; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Ku Klux Klan">Ku Klux Klan</a> Grand Wizard <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nathan_Bedford_Forrest" style="background: none; color: #0645ad; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Nathan Bedford Forrest">Nathan Bedford Forrest</a> from the Tennessee State Capitol building.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-5" style="font-size: 11.2px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_Lynn#cite_note-5" style="background: none; color: #0645ad; text-decoration-line: none;">[5]</a></sup></p><p style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0.5em 0px;">Lynn proposed an anti-transgender bathroom bill in 2016.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-housecommitteeebert_6-0" style="font-size: 11.2px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_Lynn#cite_note-housecommitteeebert-6" style="background: none; color: #0645ad; text-decoration-line: none;">[6]</a></sup> She called transgender identity a "mental disorder".<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-housecommitteeebert_6-1" style="font-size: 11.2px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_Lynn#cite_note-housecommitteeebert-6" style="background: none; color: #0645ad; text-decoration-line: none;">[6]</a></sup><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-bouchertnlawmakertransgendermay13_7-0" style="font-size: 11.2px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_Lynn#cite_note-bouchertnlawmakertransgendermay13-7" style="background: none; color: #0645ad; text-decoration-line: none;">[7]</a></sup></p><p style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0.5em 0px;">With <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Ketron" style="background: none; color: #0645ad; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Bill Ketron">Bill Ketron</a>, Lynn sponsored a "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No-go_area" style="background: none; color: #0645ad; text-decoration-line: none;" title="No-go area">no-go zone</a>" bill in February 2015.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-muslimadvocacyboucher_8-0" style="font-size: 11.2px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_Lynn#cite_note-muslimadvocacyboucher-8" style="background: none; color: #0645ad; text-decoration-line: none;">[8]</a></sup></p><p style="color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0.5em 0px;"><br /></p><p style="color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I really believe that most Tennesseans are better than this. I know our students deserve better than this. Children need to see themselves and their families reflected in the books they read. A brief mention of a female character's wife in a middle grades novel about a lost dog? That's as important as being sure the books our kids don't only feature white characters and white history. Our schools and books need to represent reality, because our students already do.</span></p><p style="color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px;"><br /></p><p style="color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px;">Yesterday HB0800 was scheduled to be discussed in the Finance, Ways and Means Committee but was removed from the calendar. If we speak out, we can be sure this loathesome bill never gets put on the floor. You can find out how to contact all these people at <a href="https://www.capitol.tn.gov/legislators/">Tennessee General Assembly (tn.gov)</a> Please do. The kind barista in the coffee shop you go to every day, the caring doctor who monitors your elderly mother's blood pressure, the cheeky kid who's your child's new best friend--or, possibly, your own child--depend on it.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"> </p></div><p><span style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); color: white; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 14.8px;"><br /></span></p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-63483331335396747462022-01-31T05:09:00.000-08:002022-01-31T05:09:20.364-08:00Now It's All Making Sense<p> This is going to be short, because I know I don't have my thoughts in order yet. I also know I'm not going to be able to sit down to my novel-writing work unless I write something about this first. So, here we go.</p><p>Every writer of books for young people has been aware of the big upsurge in book bannings, country wide. Often the challenges to the books are patently ridiculous--one complained that the jellyfish character in the young reader's graphic novel "Narwhal and Jellie" wasn't described as being a specific gender. </p><p>It was a jellyfish. I'm not entirely sure jellyfish have genders.</p><p>(Turns out you can Google that. And the answer is: some do, some don't.)</p><p><i>Anyhow</i> it began to seem obvious to me that there was something behind all this book banning besides your usual racism and homophobia, and it turns out, yes there is.</p><p>Most of the "grassroots" organizations carrying the banner for bills like HB1944, the one currently on the floor in Tennessee, are funded by certain ultra-rich ultra-right people, some of who hope to make a bunch of money off federally-funded charter schools.</p><p>Here's a link: <a href="https://bookriot.com/book-censorship-news-january-28-2022/">Who Are Moms for Liberty?: This Week's Book Censorship News, January 28, 2022 (bookriot.com)</a></p><p>Here's another: <a href="https://www.mediamatters.org/critical-race-theory/unmasking-moms-liberty">Unmasking Moms for Liberty | Media Matters for America</a></p><p>Many very wealthy people in this country are using their money to improve society. Some aren't. We know that. </p><p>Charter schools are a whole nother topic--good points and bad. The problem is that the most vulnerable people in our society--low-income kids, kids with learning disabilities, kids in foster care, those with backgrounds of trauma and resultant behavior issues--they're the ones that need strong public schools the most. As Appalachian Literacy Initiative has grown I've learned more and more about what it's like to be a poor kid in a rural area. The local school is the only choice. The school library is the only source of reading material. If we weaken public schools, for any reason, we're harming the people in our society who most need help.</p><p><br /></p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-89727160484403179482022-01-30T08:00:00.002-08:002022-01-30T08:00:37.380-08:00TN HB1944 Would Ban the Bible and Anne Frank<p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dear Tennessee Representatives Who Ignorantly Support HB1944:<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I've heard from a few of you who've
said, rather patronizingly, that this bill only bans obscene books for
children. You seem to have no idea of the incredible can of worms you're about
to open, to the certain detriment of Tennessee's children. Many of our
public school children, particularly those in rural areas, rely on their school
libraries for their only access to books. And these bans are not about what's
being taught as curriculum--they are about whether the books can even be
shelved on the library. NO ONE is putting pornography on school shelves. No one
is taking away any parent's right to say what their child may or may not read.
People with agendas will call anything obscene, for nearly any reason. HB1944
promotes censorship in its worst form.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">According to the American Library
Association, here are 16 of the 100 most banned books of the decade
2010-2019--many thousands more have been challenged but these are in the top. The descriptions are from Amazon. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: Symbol;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><i><span style="background-color: red; border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in;">Captain Underpants</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="background-color: red;"> </span>(series) by Dav Pilkey<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8thCxXzh2-QVyMEa_UCK-nPzMMRLE3Y3Tf9vcWOkReiupTewoZ2cGhhpNyvHeLvDQAZqUu2y_DBPPwxfyPO0zW-fkfOl1ueA-JmaDk4UPvgjtGsWJOYDsJcAAeU5Us6cckHndXzTkZnRmULoCr2BN3WDdk07D5M4t5qTUNK262zqQBgIl9mw9vpDOug" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="529" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8thCxXzh2-QVyMEa_UCK-nPzMMRLE3Y3Tf9vcWOkReiupTewoZ2cGhhpNyvHeLvDQAZqUu2y_DBPPwxfyPO0zW-fkfOl1ueA-JmaDk4UPvgjtGsWJOYDsJcAAeU5Us6cckHndXzTkZnRmULoCr2BN3WDdk07D5M4t5qTUNK262zqQBgIl9mw9vpDOug" width="163" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Fourth graders George Beard and Harold Hutchins are a couple
of class clowns. The only thing they enjoy more than playing practical jokes is
creating their own comic books. And together they've created the greatest
superhero in the history of their elementary school: Captain Underpants! His
true identity is SO secret, even HE doesn't know who he is!</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Praise for Captain Underpants:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="background: white;">2013 PARENTS' CHOICE AWARD WINNER - <strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">PARENTS' CHOICE FOUNDATION</strong><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
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<strong>"(One of the) 5 Books
That All Children Should Read" - HEALTHY FAMILY MATTERS</strong><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
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<strong>"Combines empowerment
and empathy with age-appropriate humor and action" - BOOKLIST</strong></span></b><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="background: white;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">"Funniest
Book of the Year" - PUBLISHER'S WEEKLY ("Cuffie" Award
Winner)</strong><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
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<strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">"Pick
of the List" -AMERICAN
BOOKSELLER </strong></span></b><span style="background: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><i><span style="background-color: red; border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in;">And Tango Makes Three</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> by Justin Richardson and Peter Parnell<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXVM7nU2ijzzWim65-e_VBQyIk4dZ6T7gckhHzB-FUeojM9oOEtwcmTF_O_jSrP2eBe2JfEw0ARH-3nMgIH2198ipVF-zpdbwCBQbVLDzUD3Wv9pdIHzchdIT6R8TC_EvK429fwgNEC5AcZzt8Mi_Ssfadln167pitDax6garA_ei_9EcLhIny329ReA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="583" data-original-width="780" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXVM7nU2ijzzWim65-e_VBQyIk4dZ6T7gckhHzB-FUeojM9oOEtwcmTF_O_jSrP2eBe2JfEw0ARH-3nMgIH2198ipVF-zpdbwCBQbVLDzUD3Wv9pdIHzchdIT6R8TC_EvK429fwgNEC5AcZzt8Mi_Ssfadln167pitDax6garA_ei_9EcLhIny329ReA" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">The heartwarming true story of two penguins who create a
nontraditional family is now available in a sturdy board book edition.</span></b><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">At the penguin house at the Central Park Zoo, two
penguins named Roy and Silo were a little bit different from the others. But their
desire for a family was the same. And with the help of a kindly zookeeper, Roy
and Silo got the chance to welcome a baby penguin of their very own.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><i><span style="background-color: red; border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in;">Drama</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> by Raina Telgemeier</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">From Raina Telgemeier, the
#1 </span><i style="color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">New York Times</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"> bestselling, multiple Eisner Award-winning
author of </span><i style="color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Smile</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"> and </span><i style="color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Sisters</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Callie loves theater. And
while she would totally try out for her middle school's production of <i>Moon
over Mississippi</i>, she can't really sing. Instead she's the set designer for
the drama department's stage crew, and this year she's determined to create a
set worthy of Broadway on a middle-school budget. But how can she, when she
doesn't know much about carpentry, ticket sales are down, and the crew members
are having trouble working together? Not to mention the onstage AND offstage
drama that occurs once the actors are chosen. And when two cute brothers enter
the picture, things get even crazier!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">* "Another dead-on look at the confusing
world of middle school." -- <i>Publishers Weekly</i>, starred review*
"With the clear, stylish art, the strongly appealing characters and just
the right pinch of drama, this book will undoubtedly make readers stand up and
cheer. Brava!" -- <i>Kirkus Reviews</i>, starred review*
"Telgemeier is prodigiously talented at telling cheerful stories with
realistic portrayals of middle-school characters." -- <i>Booklist</i>,
starred review* "The full-color cartoon-style illustrations are graceful,
assured, and, along with the twists and turns of the plot, guarantee an
entertaining and enlightening read." -- <i>School Library Journal</i>,
starred review</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><i><span style="background-color: red; border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in;">Hunger Games</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> by Suzanne Collins<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">#1 </span><i style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">USA Today</i><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"> Bestseller</span></p><p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 10.5pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">
#1 <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">New York Times</i> Bestseller<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
#1 <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Wall Street Journal</i> Bestseller<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
#1 <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Publishers Weekly</i> Bestseller<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
A <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">New York Times</i> Notable
Children’s Book<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
A <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">New York Times Book Review</i> Editors’
Choice<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
A <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Booklist</i> Editors’ Choice<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
A <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Kirkus</i> Best Book<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
A <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Publishers Weekly</i> Best Book<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
A <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Horn Book</i> Fanfare Book<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
A <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">School Library Journal</i> Best
Book<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0in 0in 10.5pt;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">“Whereas Katniss kills with finesse, Collins writes with raw
power.” —<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Time Magazine</i><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0in 0in 10.5pt;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">“Suspenseful… Collins’ fans, grown-ups included, will race to
the end.” —<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">USA Today</i><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0in 0in 10.5pt;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">“Collins has joined J. K. Rowling and Stephenie Meyer as a
writer of children’s books that adults are eager to read.” —Bloomberg.com<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0in 0in 10.5pt;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">“At its best the trilogy channels the political passion of <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">1984</i>, the memorable violence of <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">A Clockwork Orange</i>, the imaginative ambience
of The Chronicles of Narnia and the detailed inventiveness of Harry Potter.” —<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">New York Times Book Review</i><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0in 0in 10.5pt;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">“Perfect pacing and electrifying world-building.” —<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Booklist</i>, starred review<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0in 0in 10.5pt;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">“Forget Edward and Jacob… Readers will be picking sides—Peeta or
Gale?” —<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Publishers Weekly</i>, starred review<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0in 0in 10.5pt;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">“Leaves enough questions tantalizingly unanswered for readers to
be desperate for the next installment.” —<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">School
Library Journal</i>, starred review<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0in 0in 10.5pt;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">“Brilliantly plotted and perfectly paced.” —John Green, <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">New York Times Book Review</i><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0in 0in 10.5pt;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">“Compulsively readable.” —<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">The
Horn Book</i>, starred review<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0in 0in 10.5pt;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">“A superb tale.” —<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Booklist</i>,
starred review<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0in 0in 10.5pt;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">“Tense, dramatic, and engrossing.” —<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">School
Library Journal</i>, starred review<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">“Readers will wait eagerly to learn more.” —<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Publishers
Weekly</i>, starred review<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><i><span style="background-color: red; border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in;">I Am Jazz</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> by Jazz Jennings and Jessica Herthel<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmzeCYExNJElWVbncRnC3HwrUo-oYDDmpt7U0-2FkmlDUmyeNgSN-uhfD3pDQEf1LPIlQfUyUDGJ6ovhlZ3bx877yCn63MBisqFQEq-q3CoKt591KTrFPN87kwA30efm_ws49BBBbQ0JxCaZL3iylTYbsYHEZIguX-zlYfXW6EiKJK54ZTRKCfPf_snQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="671" data-original-width="781" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmzeCYExNJElWVbncRnC3HwrUo-oYDDmpt7U0-2FkmlDUmyeNgSN-uhfD3pDQEf1LPIlQfUyUDGJ6ovhlZ3bx877yCn63MBisqFQEq-q3CoKt591KTrFPN87kwA30efm_ws49BBBbQ0JxCaZL3iylTYbsYHEZIguX-zlYfXW6EiKJK54ZTRKCfPf_snQ" width="279" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">The story of a transgender child based on the real-life
experience of Jazz Jennings, who has become a spokesperson for transkids
everywhere</span></b><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">"This is an essential tool for parents and
teachers to share with children whether those kids identify as trans or not. I
wish I had had a book like this when I was a kid struggling with gender
identity questions. I found it deeply moving in its simplicity and
honesty."—Laverne Cox (who plays Sophia in “Orange Is the New Black”)</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">From the time she was two years old, Jazz knew
that she had a girl's brain in a boy's body. She loved pink and dressing
up as a mermaid and didn't feel like herself in boys' clothing. This
confused her family, until they took her to a doctor who said that
Jazz was transgender and that she was born that way. Jazz's story is based on
her real-life experience and she tells it in a simple, clear way that will be
appreciated by picture book readers, their parents, and teachers.</span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><i><span style="background-color: red; border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in;">To Kill a Mockingbird</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> by Harper Lee</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; padding: 0in;"><span style="background-color: red;">It's Perfectly Normal</span> </span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">by Robie H. Harris</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">With more than 1.5 million copies in print, </span><i style="box-sizing: border-box;">It’s Perfectly Normal </i>has been a trusted resource on sexuality for more
than twenty-five years. Rigorously vetted by experts, this is the most
ambitiously updated edition<i style="box-sizing: border-box;"> </i>yet, featuring to-the-minute information and
language accompanied by new and refreshed art.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">"It's Perfectly Normal is informative and interesting;
reassuring and responsible; warm and charming. I wish every child (and parent)
could have a copy." — Penelope Leach, Ph.D., author of YOUR BABY &
CHILD</span><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">"I recommend [IT'S PERFECTLY NORMAL] to
parents and children who are coming into adolescence. They will love it."
— T. Berry Brazelton, M.D. author of TOUCHPOINTS</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">"A perfectly wonderful treatment of the
always touchy subject of sex education for young people. The book treats the
subject seriously and its intended readers respectfully." — Hugh B. Price,
president, National Urban League, Inc.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><i><span style="background-color: red; border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in;">Bad Kitty</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> (series) by Nick Bruel</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRCxy1ob3_VtwOgUc4uiTTI1yoPmc12JoP7LjSBHgGPZWwkZOS_XnZepoA7qb1UmzZktE6mT6J-A_ixDo8MtemRmhHkTVh163ZTa-cgJ1VLV07BiVQVJB4aRqIVjpAGxTyEBHByNp9VSVDkAmWJJjJI4t7XCmNrbKo2hKOm1hmB5U69esaXVUbSmn9Qg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="608" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRCxy1ob3_VtwOgUc4uiTTI1yoPmc12JoP7LjSBHgGPZWwkZOS_XnZepoA7qb1UmzZktE6mT6J-A_ixDo8MtemRmhHkTVh163ZTa-cgJ1VLV07BiVQVJB4aRqIVjpAGxTyEBHByNp9VSVDkAmWJJjJI4t7XCmNrbKo2hKOm1hmB5U69esaXVUbSmn9Qg" width="187" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">From the creator of </span><i style="box-sizing: border-box;">The New York Times</i> bestseller <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Boing!</i> comes the riotous story of a cat gone
berserk -- four times over an in alphabetical order each time. Kitty is not
happy hen she's told that her favorite foods are all gone and all that's left
are Asparagus, Beets, Cauliflower, Dill...and 22 other equally unappealing
vegetables. So she: Ate my homework, Bit grandma, Clawed the curtains, Damaged
the dishes, and so on, through Z. Only when tastier things arrive (An
Assortment of Anchovies, Buffalo Burritos, Chicken Cheesecake...) does she
Apologize to Grandma.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><i><span style="background-color: red; border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in;">Goosebumps</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> (series) by R.L. Stine</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Discover the original
bone-chilling adventures that made Goosebumps one of the bestselling children's
book series of all time!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Lindy names the
ventriloquist's dummy she finds Slappy. Slappy is kind of ugly, but he's a lot
of fun. Lindy's having a great time learning to make Slappy move and talk. But
Kris is jealous of all the attention her sister is getting. It's no fair. Why
does Lindy always have all the luck?Kris decides to get a dummy of her own.
She'll show Kris. Then weird things begin to happen. Nasty things. Evil things.
No way a dummy can be causing all the trouble. Or is there?Now with all-new
bonus material revealing Slappy's secrets and more.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; padding: 0in;"><span style="background-color: red;">In Our Mothers' House</span> </span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">by Patricia Polacco</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="Picture_x0020_21"
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are just like any other family on the block. In their beautiful house, they
cook dinner together, they laugh together, and they dance together.<i> But
some of the other families don?t accept them. They say they are different. How
can a family have two moms and no dad? But Marmee and Meema?s house is full of
love. And they teach their children that different doesn?t mean wrong. And no
matter how many moms or dads they have, they are everything a family is meant
to be.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Here is a true Polacco story
of a family, living by their own rules, and the strength they gain by the love
they feel.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><i><span style="background-color: red; border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in;">The Catcher in the Rye</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> by J. D. Salinger</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Anyone who has read J.D. Salinger's </span><i style="box-sizing: border-box;">New Yorker</i> stories--particularly <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">A Perfect Day for Bananafish</i>, <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Uncle Wiggily in Connecticut</i>, <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Laughing Man</i>, and <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">For Esme With Love and Squalor</i>--will not be surprised by the fact that his first
novel is full of children. The hero-narrator of <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Catcher in the Rye</i> is an ancient child of sixteen, a native New
Yorker named Holden Caulfield.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">Through circumstances that tend to preclude adult,
secondhand description, he leaves his prep school in Pennsylvania and goes
underground in New York City for three days. The boy himself is at once too
simple and too complex for us to make any final comment about him or his story.
Perhaps the safest thing we can say about Holden is that he was born in the
world not just strongly attracted to beauty but, almost, hopelessly impaled on
it.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">There are many voices in this novel: children's
voices, adult voices, underground voices-but Holden's voice is the most
eloquent of all. Transcending his own vernacular, yet remaining marvelously
faithful to it, he issues a perfectly articulated cry of mixed pain and
pleasure. However, like most lovers and clowns and poets of the higher orders,
he keeps most of the pain to, and for, himself. The pleasure he gives away, or
sets aside, with all his heart. It is there for the reader who can handle it to
keep.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><i><span style="background-color: red; border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in;">The Holy Bible</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><i><span style="background-color: red; border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in;">The Giver</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> by Lois Lowry</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">In Lois Lowry’s Newbery Medal–winning classic,
twelve-year-old Jonas lives in a seemingly ideal world. Not until he is given
his life assignment as the Receiver does he begin to understand the dark
secrets behind his fragile community.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">The Giver, the 1994 Newbery Medal winner, has
become one of the most influential novels of our time. The haunting story
centers on twelve-year-old Jonas, who lives in a seemingly ideal, if colorless,
world of conformity and contentment. Not until he is given his life assignment
as the Receiver of Memory does he begin to understand the dark, complex secrets
behind his fragile community. Lois Lowry has written three companion novels to
The Giver, including Gathering Blue, Messenger, and Son.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><i><span style="background-color: red; border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in;">Anne Frank: Diary of a Young
Girl</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> by Anne Frank</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Discovered in the attic in which she spent the last years of
her life, Anne Frank’s remarkable diary has since become a world classic—a
powerful reminder of the horrors of war and an eloquent testament to the human
spirit. </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">In 1942, with Nazis occupying Holland, a
thirteen-year-old Jewish girl and her family fled their home in Amsterdam and
went into hiding. For the next two years, until their whereabouts were betrayed
to the Gestapo, they and another family lived cloistered in the “Secret Annex”
of an old office building. Cut off from the outside world, they faced hunger,
boredom, the constant cruelties of living in confined quarters, and the
ever-present threat of discovery and death. In her diary Anne Frank recorded
vivid impressions of her experiences during this period. By turns thoughtful,
moving, and amusing, her account offers a fascinating commentary on human
courage and frailty and a compelling self-portrait of a sensitive and spirited
young woman whose promise was tragically cut short.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="background: white;">Praise for <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Diary of a Young Girl</i></span></b><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">“A truly remarkable book.”<b style="box-sizing: border-box;">—<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">The New York Times</i></b></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">“One of the most moving personal documents to come
out of World War II.”<b style="box-sizing: border-box;">—<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Philadelphia Inquirer</i></b></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">“There may be no better way to commemorate the
fiftieth anniversary of the end of World War II than to reread <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Diary of a Young Girl,</i> a testament to an indestructible nobility
of spirit in the face of pure evil.”<b style="box-sizing: border-box;">—<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Chicago Tribune<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
</i></b>“The single most compelling personal account of
the Holocaust . . . remains astonishing and excruciating.”<b style="box-sizing: border-box;">—<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">The New York Times Book
Review<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><i><span style="background-color: red; border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "inherit", serif; font-size: 12pt; padding: 0in;">Draw Me a Star</span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> by Eric Carle<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZXuGp5nxwa7D78uP7UGGIKWaLXNytdB6STJZnElXC3A4UdD1aIFPrd29LCbwlZFtkl0-ZnelPsmQIZtrN8xpLFjXiWAT2FXlIBB0ygtrCyrBhZew_N_2MG8o3K820srIwwNc7Hiwd5MCZ2TqQTurynpUmDiIy3gpXntYwNLxTz2w5eLUxdIOhStcFBw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="589" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZXuGp5nxwa7D78uP7UGGIKWaLXNytdB6STJZnElXC3A4UdD1aIFPrd29LCbwlZFtkl0-ZnelPsmQIZtrN8xpLFjXiWAT2FXlIBB0ygtrCyrBhZew_N_2MG8o3K820srIwwNc7Hiwd5MCZ2TqQTurynpUmDiIy3gpXntYwNLxTz2w5eLUxdIOhStcFBw" width="181" /></a></div><br /><i><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Draw me a star. And the artist drew a star. It was a good
star. Draw me a sun, said the star. And the artist drew a sun. </span></i><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">And on the artist draws, bringing the world to
life picture by beautiful picture until he is spirited across the night sky by
a star that shines on all he has made. In <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Draw Me a Star</i>, Eric Carle celebrates the imagination in all of
us with a beguiling story about a young artist who creates a world of light and
possibility.</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">"A remarkable, quintessentially simple book
encompassing Creation, creativity, and the cycle of life within the
eternal." —<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Kirkus Reviews</i>, pointer review</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">"This book will appeal to readers of all
ages. An inspired book in every sense of the word." —<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">School Library Journal<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
"</i>A fable about the passage through life and its fullness
of possibilities, children will like the cumulative effects of the tale, the
creation of the world through paints, and Carle's collages flaring with rainbow
hues." —<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">·</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "inherit",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; padding: 0in;"><span style="background-color: red;">1984</span> </span></i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">by George Orwell<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Written more than 70 years ago, <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">1984</i> was
George Orwell’s chilling prophecy about the future. And while 1984 has come and
gone, his dystopian vision of a government that will do anything to control the
narrative is timelier than ever...</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><span style="background: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">• Nominated as one of America’s best-loved novels by PBS’s <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Great American Read •</i><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
</span></b><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">“<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was
their final, most essential command.</i>”</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">Winston Smith toes the Party line, rewriting
history to satisfy the demands of the Ministry of Truth. With each lie he
writes, Winston grows to hate the Party that seeks power for its own sake and
persecutes those who dare to commit thoughtcrimes. But as he starts to think
for himself, Winston can’t escape the fact that Big Brother is always
watching...</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />
<span style="background: white;">A startling and haunting novel, <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">1984</i> creates an imaginary world that is
completely convincing from start to finish. No one can deny the novel’s hold on
the imaginations of whole generations, or the power of its admonitions—a power
that seems to grow, not lessen, with the passage of time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #0f1111; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">So. Do you seriously want to ban Captain Underpants? The Bible? Any book which admits that gay people exist? Anne Frank?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">This is wrong. Please withdraw HB1944.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-63809997866861287652021-12-30T08:41:00.001-08:002021-12-30T08:41:26.897-08:00How to Write a Book<p>This morning I had a Facebook notification that a friend had tagged me on a post of a friend of hers, which read in part, "<span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Has anyone written a book before?! I need to know where to start. I have like 7-8pg." </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I realized my advice would be rather lengthy for a Facebook post, then I thought hey, I could do this as a blogpost. Pretty good topic.</span></span></p><p>First of all, the friend-of-a-friend appears to be an adult. I say that only because I'm often asked the exact same question by children, and my answers to children would be somewhat different. I'm against children seeking publication--they have no idea how hard it can be and they're up against adult professionals, both of which are also true of adults new to writing, but they're also still kids. They shouldn't be making something fun into work, not yet, and they're often being pushed to make "real books" by the adults in their lives. You don't expect Little Leaguers to play for the Braves. Quit expecting the equivalent from young writers.</p><p>Now. Said FOF is an adult woman, knows very little about publishing. Is inspired to write. GREAT. She's got everything she needs: a story and the ability to learn. Because publishing is a business. It helps very much if you think of it like performing onstage: those actors in Hamilton are making bank, because that show is amazing, they're incredibly talented, and they've worked very, very hard for a very long time. You, too, could work that hard. Whether you're that talented is your own business--but--I'm loving this analogy here--there are lots of parts of writing, like performing onstage, that can be learned. Some people are total naturals, complete freaks of nature. Most, even the very successful ones, aren't. I'll say it here: Lin Manuel Miranda's natural voice, while good, isn't on par with most Broadway musical stars. But he's learned enough and worked enough and is good enough at other things that it all works out pretty well.</p><p>But just as there's Broadway, so too is there off-Broadway. Regional theaters. Local amateur productions. You don't have to streak straight to the top of the bestseller lists, and, in fact, you aren't likely to. That's fine.</p><p>Back to writing. Let's start with a few questions. One: who is your story for? Children? If so, which children? Toddlers being read to? First graders starting to read on their own? Sixteen-year-olds? Those are all very different. If it's for adults, that's not a monolithic audience either. Fiction? Nonfiction? Poetry? Memoir? Different rules. (I'm going to go ahead and assume you're not writing for an academic audience--that's another branch entirely.) Then think about genre: historical fiction, romance, mystery, fantasy, etc. If you're not sure, that's okay, just start thinking about it.</p><p>Here's another primary question. What is your ultimate aim? There's a wide difference between wanting to write up some family stories to pass down to the next generation and wanting to become the next Stephen King. Publishing right now can be divided into two types: traditional and self-published. When you write for a traditional publisher, as I do, you submit a manuscript to the publisher. They decide whether or not they want to publish it. (I'm simplifying here a bit.) They assign you an editor, and you and the editor revise the manuscript until everyone is happy with the result. (If you're happy and they aren't, tough noogies. Back to work.) Then they have in-house staff design the layout, cover, trim size. They put your book into their marketing plan, their salespeople pitch it to bookstores and distributors, standard reviewing journals (Publisher's Weekly, Library Journal, etc.) review it, and it gets sold in bookstores nationwide without the author having to do very much. The author is paid an advance on royalties and then a certain percentage of the price of all the books sold. You never have to pay back the advance even if your book tanks, but an advance for beginning writers will be in the low thousands of dollars, not necessarily a lot--but if your book sells well, you'll get more.</p><p>When you self-publish, you, the author, bear the cost of producing the book. You will likely pay for an editor to review your work and suggest edits, but if you don't want to do the edits that's up to you. You'll either pay someone else or you yourself will supervise the design and select the cover. You'll direct the marketing. You'll pay upfront for your book to be physically produced. You'll be responsible for trying to get it into bookstores, and this will likely be difficult to do. You can pay some journals to review your book, but not all of them, and you do have to pay them. On the other hand, you get complete control of your product, and you get a higher percentage of the book's price as profit. You might pay $3 per copy to create your book but sell it for $15--$12 profit per copy, instead of the $1.50 per copy profit you'll make traditionally publishing. On the other hand, better distribution means you're much more likely to sell lots of copies through traditional publishing. With self-publishing you take the risk. It's worth understanding that most people who self-publish do not sell enough copies of their book to make any profit at all. Most are out money. On the other hand, I have personal friends who have done very well for themselves through self-publishing: they understand their market and are very good at that end of the business, as well as being good writers.</p><p>Here's the other thing: self-publishing is akin to amateur theatrics, in that anyone can do it. Some people are going to be very talented, and work very hard, but a lot of people are just dabbling. That's fine. There's plenty of room for dabblers. But it you want to be traditionally published, you're going to have to think of that more as Broadway--there are a lot of people trying to get onstage, and they don't reserve spots for newbies. You'll have to audition and prove yourself.</p><p>(This is also why the person who suggested you write to publishers and ask for advice is off base: because it's the equivalent of asking Lin Manuel Miranda how to get started in theatre. It's not that he doesn't know or isn't a nice guy, he just doesn't have time to send you an answer.)</p><p>So. This is a lot of words, and I still haven't given you any advice. So here it is: take some time and do your research. You don't have to stop writing while you do that. Write whatever you like, enjoy yourself, and at the same time, start learning. Read a lot of books in your genre. Develop a feel for the structure, characters, general rules. At the same time, start learning about the business side. Go to the library and get the current Writer's Market. There's one published every year, and most libraries have them. (There's a separate one for writing for children.) Read it. Read Stephen King's book On Writing. Practice. Learn to revise. Think about your craft. Take yourself seriously, while still having fun. If you're writing for kids, there's an organization called the Society of Chidren's Book Writers and Illustrators that runs conferences and has lots of good information online. There are organizations for writers for adults, too, though I don't know them by name.</p><p>Join a writer's group, if you can. Learn to have your work critiqued, and to offer critiques. Practice. Finish a story, even if halfway through you think it's crap (and it probably is.). You'll learn things by writing a story all the way to the end that you can't learn otherwise. </p><p>Understand that there are very, very few overnight successes in this world. There are a few, and some of them are even nice people, but most of us have to work at our craft for a long time. It took me nine years of writing for horse magazines and doing random bits of journalism and working my way up to remote editing and writing work-for-hire before my first novel was published. It took me 9 drafts to get my penultimate book right--and that was my 17th (traditionally) published book. It's a lot of work no matter how talented you are.</p><p>Also? It's worth it. Start now.</p><p><br /></p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-153739047208646482021-12-16T11:49:00.002-08:002021-12-16T11:49:51.585-08:00Fourteen lovely minutes<p>So the last two days, though mostly fine, have been marred by a few pieces of genuine bad news. One isn't mine enough to share publicly. Another is that T, the horse I rented for nine months until last spring, died a few days ago. He was living happily and well at the farm he went to after mine, and he died of one of those stupid things that sometimes affect horses and can't be made right quickly enough to save them. </p><p>I miss T's sweet spirit. I miss his sense of genuine good. I'm grateful for the time we had together.</p><p>I hadn't been planning on riding today. I've got an appliance repairment whose arrival was originally scheduled as "between 8 and 5" and my husband's partners and their spouses are coming for dinner tonight. Thankfully, the broken appliance is not required to cook the dinner, and all the guests are bringing a dish. I spent some time this morning ironing my good napkins, very grateful that, unlike last year, I had a reason to use them this year--which is probably the only time I've ever been grateful to be ironing--and then the appliance people texted that they were narrowing their arrival time to "between 4:41 and 6:11" or, in other words, "perfectly arranged to screw up your dinner, but hey, now you can leave the house."</p><p>So I did. I went to ALI World Headquarters to fill one last order that came in before the schools shut for break, and then I grabbed lunch with my husband, and then, while we were in the middle of eating, the other bad news showed up and put a damper on everything. So after lunch I scoffed at my housework and went to the barn.</p><p>I'd have to go to the barn anyhow, of course, to feed things. The cats milled around, frantic, having not eaten since they scammed an extra meal yesterday. The horses looked peeved. Yesterday, when I went to feed, I found their water trough entirely empty, and it was clear from the reproachful way that they guzzled once I'd filled it that they blamed me entirely. Which was outrageous, since one of them--and Sarah, I think we all know it was you--had knocked the halfway full trough off the blocks it sits on <i>precisely so that Sarah can't dump it over</i>, dumped it over, flung the water heater halfway down the field, then stomped about in the mud puddle they'd created. In short, not at all my fault.</p><p>I put them in, then zipped my riding boots over the yoga pants I was wearing--close enough to breeches if you're not doing much. Fetched Rosie from her stall. Rosie's the little mare I bought last July. We went out to my small sand arena, and Rosie, I was pleased to see, let out a little sigh of happiness. The small arena is for flatwork, dressage; historically, neither me nor any horse I ride has enjoyed dressage. But Rosie and I are starting to get the hang of it. Rosie loves it when I ride well and hates it when I ride poorly. She doesn't buck or kick or doing anything awful, but she puts back her ears, gnashes her teeth, and stiffens her whole body whenever I do something wrong. Sometimes I'm not sure what I've done wrong, but with Rosie's immediate feedback I know I've screwed up something. For awhile I was dropping my inside shoulder on upward canter transitions. Lately I've fixed that, but been putting my outside leg too far back at the trot while using my inside leg to make her round. She starts to transition to canter, realizes I'm not actually asking her to, just flailing incoherently, and goes back to the trot pissed off about it. Rosie has a smart forward walk--unless I tighten my seat, in which case she slows and stiffens and glares at me. You see how it goes.</p><p>As a result our flatwork sessions have become amazingly zen. I need to be fluid and balanced and precise with my body; I need to be focused yet relaxed, clear but soft in my aids. And Rosie rounds herself into my hands, and we dance--sometimes for as many as six or seven strides before I tighten somewhere and screw us up again. And then we take a deep breath, and try again.</p><p>I time my rides on the exercise app on my watch. Today Rosie and I were right more than we were wrong. We found harmony. She practically purred.</p><p>At times like that it's tempting to just keep going, to push yourself and your horse and see what else you can achieve. Lateral work? Perfect downward transitions?</p><p>Not today. I needed some good news, and Rosie gave it to me. I patted her and called it quits, and when I dismounted saw that I'd been riding for exactly fourteen minutes.</p><p>Sometimes that's long enough.</p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217892566352331822.post-46601435680003186742021-12-01T07:33:00.000-08:002021-12-01T07:33:30.281-08:00How It's Going With the Books<p> No, not the ones I write. They're going fine, fine-ish, anyhow, after a somewhat difficult quarantine year. (All the writers I know had some degree of a difficult quarantine year.) I have a completed draft of a novel sitting in my editor's hands: she was supposed to get back to me about it three weeks ago, and hasn't, and now it's December 1. Publishing absolutely entirely shuts down for two weeks leading up to the New Year--they lock the offices, everyone goes home--of course, this year they might already be home--but in truth they mostly shut down as soon as Thanksgiving rolls around. I won't likely hear anything until January. Years ago this used to frustrate me, but now I just embrace the holiday spirit. Why not? I can't change it so I might as well enjoy.</p><p>I am working on the start of a new book, but it's too new to talk about yet.</p><p>Today I'm going to talk about the books from Appalachian Literacy Initiative. Phew. We're nearly halfway into our fourth year of operation. (We follow the school calendar.) We've grown so much and we're doing so well, and there's so much more to be done. I know I've talked in this space quite a lot about how important it is that kids have access to books. Today I'm going to talk nuts and bolts.</p><p>This year we were graciously granted permanent office space in a building owned by another local nonprofit. It's a largish room, and we've filled it with industrial book shelves (bought cheap at Sam's Club, they hold several hundred pounds per shelf, which is good because we need them to). When you walk in the door, there's a shelf immediately to your left, where until yesterday UPS put unopened boxes of books that we'd ordered. (We had a stack of boxes obscured the door, so we've changed plans.) After that, running clockwise around the outside of the room, two desks crammed beneath the one window. One desk has some office supplies on top, the other holds our laptop and printer. The office supply desk is used for all sorts of things. The printer desk is the order and shipping hub.</p><p>Now we're on the wall across from the door. Four sets of bookshelves. The first set is office supplies--paper, stickers, tape, folders--some boxes of books we've set aside for various reasons, including ones that arrive damaged, and, on the top shelves, some YA books we were donated that we haven't yet found homes for. </p><p>The next three sets of shelves are the third-grade choices for this school year. Twenty-four books, and each gets half a shelf. We put stickers inside all of the books we give away: they say Appalachian Literacy Initiative and have a space for the child to put their name. That way, when 14 kids in the same class get the same title, they can tell the books apart. We also have stickers for some of the organizations that have sponsored entire schools: "A Gift from Ballad Health." "A Gift from the Bill Gatton Foundation."</p><p>Now. The number of copies of each book that can fit in the designated space depends entirely upon the size of the books. All books are different. Alien Ocean Animals is probably our smallest, space-wise; Magnus Chase, in hardcover, is the largest. We don't put any books on the grade shelves until they're properly stickered. Sometimes we store extra boxes of stickered books on the tip-top shelves. </p><p>Turn the corner, and the next wall is fourth grade. Turn it again, and the shelves for the fifth grade books fit neatly along the wall with the door. </p><p>In the center of the room, three more sets of bookshelves, crammed together, and two more work tables for packing books. The shelves are full--crammed full--of extra books, ones that aren't part of the lists for the three grades we're doing this year. Sometimes that's because we couldn't get enough copies or a title even if we wanted to. Sometimes these books are donations direct from writers or publishers. When we order through Scholastic's nonprofit arm, Scholastic Literacy Partnerships, they send us boxes of random free books, and we put those on these shelves as well. If the local teachers enrolled in our program come to pick their books up, instead of having us mail them, we let them pick out a couple of extra books for their classrooms. We also give them out to different community organizations--a hundred earlier this fall for a local after-school group in a federal housing project, a couple hundred to Girls Inc, a couple hundred soon to be sent to a school system's holiday gift program.</p><p>In all the corners of the room we've stuffed flattened cardboard boxes. Books come out of the boxes, we save the boxes, we put books back into the boxes and we ship them out.</p><p>This year Tuesdays are our big ship-out days. We welcome any and all volunteers any and all Tuesday afternoons. If you'd like to come by, please do: at the very least there are always books to sticker. </p><p>We ship our teachers sets of six titles four times a year. We sent the second teacher sets a few weeks ago--six books each to 185 teachers. It was a helluva day. They first teacher sets we shipped out over several weeks, because we got some last-minute funding that allowed us to add several additional schools. That was fabulous but has also created chaos, as it meant we no longer had enough books for the year. </p><p>We get our books cheaply through First Book, Scholastic Literacy Partners, and publisher donations (big shouts out to Thorndike and Penguin Random House). This means that the money people donate goes a lot farther than it otherwise would, but it also means we have to stay on top of our game. A title available last week might not be available again for six months, or ever. Last summer I'd figured we needed at least 200 copies of any one title to have it in our program, but that was a serious underestimation. We ended up enrolling 1200 students per grade. Each student picks one book from every set of six. That would suggest that 200 copies might be just enough--except that the teachers get classroom sets. We need 60 to 65 copies of each title, depending on the grade, just for the classroom sets. Also we are very firm about kids getting to choose whichever books they want--and we can't always predict which titles will be popular. We're realizing that 275 is the absolute minimum for any title this year--we'll need 350 or more for many. That's fun math to be doing in December--and I mean that absolutely. We are DELIGHTED to be in this position. We are loving giving away this many books. It's the best damn thing in the world.<br /></p><p>So yesterday: I showed up at what I love to call World Headquarters early, because the local news channel wanted to interview me. (The resulting spot turned out ghastly, with the anchor mangling ALI's name and it all going downhill from there--what possessed me to wear that shirt?--so no link, thank you.) UPS delivered some books shortly afterward: "Hi, Ma'am, just add them to the pile?" It was a huge pile, causing problems. Happily we've just been given a bit more space in the back of the building, and when a couple of college kids showed up (we give out official volunteer hours!) the first thing I had them do was move all the unopened boxes of books out of the main room. Then they stickered some of the free Scholastic books, since we'll be giving those away next week. I sat down at the computer and started printing out student orders from our teachers. The other board members grabbed the order sheets, and started packing boxes.</p><p>We had at least a dozen orders. Some were for one class, some for an entire school. Here's a sample, from one of our largest enrolled schools:</p><p>Fifth grade: Best Friends 12; The Crossover 3; The Girl Who Drank the Moon 1; The Player King 4; 100 Things to Be 11; Be Prepared 42; Black Panther 34; Flora & Ulyssess 4; From the Desk of Zoe Washington 16; The War I Finally Won 5. </p><p>You'll notice that it's more than six titles. That's because students are always allowed to order from previous lists.</p><p>What I noticed: <i>Be Prepared 42. </i>Shoot.</p><p>Be Prepared is a graphic novel. It's funny, and quirky, and I love it. I scored 200 hardcover copies last summer at an unbelievable discount, something like $1 for a $23 book. A few weeks ago I managed to get another 40 copies, in paperback, through First Book, but that was all they had. I bought them out. They'll get more eventually, probably, but it could take months.</p><p>I didn't think this would be a problem. Be Prepared really is quirky. It's not nearly as well known as some of the other graphic novels on our list. </p><p>I was wrong. We started filling orders, and it was clear that Be Prepared was in high demand. I started the day with 175 copies and ended the day with 20, and we hadn't filled all the orders that had come in, and there are still a bunch more orders to come.</p><p>Anyhow, I want to tell you about the process: it's this. We take the printed order, take the books off the shelves, find a box or boxes to put them in. We tape the box, weigh it, print postage, copy the postage label onto a copy of the order form, so we know we've filled it, put the postage on the box, stack the boxes in the lobby of the building for the postman. Check off the schools/grades on our master list. Subtract the copies from our inventory.</p><p>We did that all afternoon. This morning I sat at my home computer with the inventory list and spent a moment being very very grateful for donations we've recently received. Then I went on First Book. First I looked for Be Prepared. I'd looked for it the day before, as soon as I saw we didn't have enough, and it wasn't in stock, but sometimes restocking miracles happen. Nope. Then I scanned the rest of the graphic novels for sale. It's a tough time of year, they're out of everything. Got 14 copies of Pea, Bee, & Jay when I'd have happily bought 150. ($3.50 for a $7.99 retail price). Went on to get 100 copies of Ghose ($3.75 each), 75 of Animal Smackdown--a real victory, that, as we've given out 363 copies so far this year. The price has gone up, from $4.95 a copy to $5.85, but this is a glossy full-color book with a retail price of $14.99. I got one lonely copy of The One and Only Ivan, 18 of Power Forward, 96 of Unusual Chickens for the Exceptional Poultry Farmer ($3.25/copy). I looked at the Book Bank, where the huge bargains are--it's there I got the hardcover Be Prepareds, back last summer. Bought one carton of Percy Jackson's Demigod Collection, 12 books for a total of $8.40. It might be brilliant but it might be too bulky to ship, hard to tell so we'll try a few first. Ghetto Cowboy, another favorite 120 copies. One copy of Hello Universe. I look in vain for Front Desk, which I've been trying to get more of for months, along with Guinness Animal Records, How to Steal a Dog, and Love That Dog. Love That Dog is particularly worrisome--we're running out. Oooh--the new Diary of a Wimpy Kid, #16! Three hundred copies. That, along with the 200 copies we have on hand of #15, should get us through the school year. </p><p>I log into Scholastic Literary Partnerships, and am overjoyed to find both Narwhal and Jelly ($3.96, rp $8.99) and Love That Dog ($4.53, rp $7.99). I buy 100 copies of each. They've got Captain Underpants ($3.41, rp $5.99) back in stock, so I grab 100 of that and 100 of I Survived the Sinking of the Titanic. ($1.50, rp $4.95) This order qualifies us for 160 additional free books--I can't chose the titles, but I choose the age ranges. It'll be enough to ensure we have plenty for the school Christmas program. </p><p>This does not solve my Be Prepared problem. We have new orders in and we can't fill them. We can buy the book through an independent bookstore, which will give us a hefty discount (though not as good as FB or SLP), but shipping comes direct from the publisher and will take a few weeks. I don't have an in with the publisher, First Second--I've been known to beg unashamedly from publishers where I do. </p><p>Sighing, I go on Amazon. I can get the paperback of Be Prepared (rp $14.99) for $10.49, which is steep, but I'm desperate. </p><p>Amazon will only let me buy 30 copies. I don't know why, they've got quotas now of most titles. I once bought 80 copies of How to Steal a Dog from them, and now I can't buy anymore ever. I buy 30 copies, then call one of the other board members and have her buy 30 copies from her home computer too. It's not enough, but it'll buy us a bit of time.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYWEqCfNqaTO2T1-8-db0k0Qx3RzmlMLt0VWjoR3n3_be9QzQ8OnQyBYNhO7lIW_2aORA5SLaSnOT4V0H0fx9v1SZNYx2OnHnRyY8W2D2YDqj25MT82VEdc8EiJAWl_VCcsHibwYDIBnPz/s960/ALI+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYWEqCfNqaTO2T1-8-db0k0Qx3RzmlMLt0VWjoR3n3_be9QzQ8OnQyBYNhO7lIW_2aORA5SLaSnOT4V0H0fx9v1SZNYx2OnHnRyY8W2D2YDqj25MT82VEdc8EiJAWl_VCcsHibwYDIBnPz/s320/ALI+girl.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This. This is why we do it. Just look at her. She's holding the first book she ordered. This child attends the school that ordered 42 copies of Be Prepared. We intend to see that they get them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>We've got a fundraiser going on Facebook right now, which I'm going to link to this exceptionally long post. You can also donate to us via <a href="https://readappalachian.org/donate/">our website</a>, or by mail to PO Box 3283, Bristol, TN 37625. xoxox</i></span></div><br /><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p>Kim Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02697704600539418132noreply@blogger.com0