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6 Must-Read Books for Children in August
Ambitious Girl by Meena Harris A picture book that’s worth a thousand words, New York Times-bestselling author, Meena Harris writes on a young girl seeing words along the lines of “too ambitious” and “too assertive” being used to describe a strong woman on the television which thens starts her on a journey of discovery through the past, present, and future about the limits put on women and girls and how they can excel. The ambitious girl says: “No ‘too that’ or ‘too this’ will stop what’s inside me from flowering from now on, when I hear ‘too that’ or ‘too this’ I won’t mind - it’s empowering!” You can find Ambitious Girl on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
By Jennifer Barnes5 years ago in Families
Endless Treasures
I was only eight when. my Uncle Glen was called off to fight in the war, Uncle Glen was so close to my mom. He was her little brother, fifteen years apart in age. I think my mom always thought of him more like a son than a brother. The news that he had to go was heartbreaking, the war across the ocean was getting out of hand and they needed him badly.
By Cathy Deslippe5 years ago in Families
A Full Childhood
Passaic General Hospital, the place where I was brought into this world; Passaic General Hospital where they should have a plaque with my name hanging in the emergency room for the record for the most visits in any category, Passaic General Hospital where I spent a good deal of the first half of my Junior year in High School, Passaic General Hospital a place that everyone in the area knew.
By roy Slezak5 years ago in Families
Journal of Broken Dreams
I open the drawer, pull out the floral-patterned journal and set it on my desk. I have not added an entry in weeks, and the mental dam is threatening to burst with words of insight begging to be written. Most journals are private affairs of the mind shared between the writer and pages, no one else. We all have locked away secrets, desires, or mental ramblings that need to get out but are not meant for human digestion. This journal is different. I do get the benefit of sharing secrets with an unobjective, non-judgmental, inanimate object, but soon my daughter will read these sacred pages. Nervous waves wash over me as I think about her eyes reading these intimate words, but it is the only means of communication I have with her. Distance prevents her from writing me back, but that doesn’t stop me from imagining the scene. I fall into wistful imagination as I watch her open the journal and begin reading. Her thick, tight curls of spun gold fall into her face as she reads. She stretches a small hand up to tuck the errant curl behind her ear, never taking her eyes from the words of wisdom written just for her. Her smile fills my soul with warmth. There are pensive times, as well as incredulous looks, but after each entry she sets the book down, careful not to bend a single page to glance at me as if to say, ‘Good job Daddy’. Her cherubic, dark chocolate eyes shine at me with a reverence like only a daughter can give to her father. Arms outstretched, smiling with the single dimple she hates, she hugs my neck.
By Aaron Thompson5 years ago in Families
Chocol8 Sk8terz
Monday morning was here yet again and Jazz was in the kitchen making nothing other than six cups of chocolate milk. “Goood morning, Good morning, good morning to you and you and you and you.” Sang Ms.B as she always did to the crazy cool kids sitting at the kitchen bar, drinking their chocolate milks ( Jazzy had just handed to them) with their cute little chocolate moustaches. (Seeing those chocolate moustaches always made her laugh.)
By Monica Bernal 5 years ago in Families
Heartfelt
Heartfelt Jess slowly made her way along the sidewalk to Porter’s bakery. She did not even realize she had opened the door and walked in until she was standing in front of the cakes. As Jess stood there staring at the cakes she was pulled into the past as she relived her last conversation with Brady.
By Jason Barlow5 years ago in Families
Miracle Chocolate
For many years I have had a piece of chocolate cake become a part of my life and when I devour it, love it and truly enjoy it my conflict or problem goes away. When I was six I was skinny my hair frizzy it just framed my slender face like a half oval head piece of wild brush. People laughed at me so much so I would have nightmares that featured their laughter. One nightmare repeated itself over and over again until I was well into my teens. A fat clown would walk up to me stand toe to toe and laugh very hard and loud. Then a Squirrel Monkey would taunt me saying “You are ugly, no one loves you.” Then it would disappear as quickly as it had appeared. When I would wake from the awful dream like clockwork a day or two later somehow a piece of chocolate cake would become a part of my life.
By Hadayai Majeed aka Dora Spencer5 years ago in Families
Mission of Mercy
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By Jamey O'Donnell5 years ago in Families
King Gnome & the Chocolate Cake
Birthdays are a funny thing. As I sip champagne on my 40th sharing around the expensive, organic, vegan, raw, salted-caramel cakes, my mind drifts back to fond memories of my childhood birthdays with my mum. In particular, one occasion with the milkman….
By Amanda Clair5 years ago in Families
Death by chocolate
Birthdays are a funny thing. As I sip champagne on my 40th sharing around the expensive, organic, vegan, raw, salted-caramel cakes, my mind drifts back to fond memories of my childhood birthdays with my mum. In particular, one occasion with the milkman….
By Amanda Clair5 years ago in Families
