children’s literature in a grief-struck world

Edvard Munch, The Sick Child

Edvard Munch, The Sick Child

By far the most popular post I’ve written in five years of blogging is my musing on the role of children’s literature in a sorrowing world.

I wrote that in March of this year. Here we are in November, and what a year it has been, with earthquakes of suffering reverberating across widening circles. So, I thought I’d bring that post into the light of day again.

Read it by clicking on this link: In a World of Sorrow, Shall I Dish Up Green Eggs and Ham?

May we all strive to spread peace, empathy, and goodness in our spheres.