Just before Thanksgiving, JT finally agreed to read the first book in the Harry Potter series. I'd been urging this idea on him for years and he resisted, explaining to me, "I've already seen the movies." But once he got started on the series, he was like a junkie, eagerly turning page after page, recapping the most exciting elements of the books, announcing that the movies weren't nearly as good, and negotiating for a just a few more minutes of reading at every bedtime. He was a pretty good reader before, but this development has been remarkable for the passion and excitement it's engendered. I know that I'm hardly the first parent to remark on the power of the Harry Potter books but, wow, I really had no idea. It's truly remarkable. He's reading book five right now and expects to finish before the night is over. Book six is at the ready on his nightstand, prepared to absorb him with the magic of it all.
I am determined to fight for good in 2018. First up: It’s time for Donald Trump to go. I like to read (I just finished Julie Otsuka’s When the Emperor was Divine), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… my big stack of books-to-be-read, garden catalogs, planning history projects for 7th graders, hand-written notes, fresh calendars, soft winter scarves, polka dots, glimmers of hope, laughter, playing card games, morning sunlight, fleece gloves, Winter walks, magnolia trees, ivy, amaryllis bulbs, cozy throw blankets, HGTV, and the deep sleep I get after a good workout.