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March is Women’s History Month.

I suppose a gamut of responses are possible ranging from indignation over injustice, to celebratory joy, to resolve. As I’ve read and reflected on the topic this year, my thoughts have revolved around gratitude. Gratitude for people who have encouraged and fueled me along my way.

here I am…needing a lot of fueling…in my very 1960s pants!

I’m thankful for my dad who, although he was a pretty conservative guy, was my chief exhorter during my growing up years in the 60s and 70s to believe in my abilities and push myself farther.

Dad would brook no nonsense about school, especially when it came to math. My moans of “I’m just not good at it!” invariably raised his hackles. “I don’t want to hear that! You are perfectly capable of excelling at math.” Confidentially, I still think math is not my strong point…but oh, how glad I am Dad didn’t say, “Well, after all, you’re a girl.”

my dapper dad

Dad did not support the Equal Rights Amendment but wow, he really wanted me to become a lawyer. Dad did not help with the housework, but thought if law was not what I wanted, probably I should head into business. Why did this traditional guy encourage me to fly high, to pursue powerful careers? I don’t know, but looking back I am profoundly thankful for his affirmation, confidence, and big dreams. Thanks, Dad, for never limiting me based on my gender.

I’m thankful for my mom, a traditional post-war happy homemaker, who made me wear patent leather shoes and act like a lady on Sundays, but the rest of the week turned a blind eye while I grubbed about with frogs, climbed trees, and created stinks with my junior chemistry set in the basement.

my happy parents

Growing up in poverty, Mom was not able to get a college education. It was her lifelong sorrow. Her frugality enabled me that opportunity and she insisted early and often that for us girls, a degree came first. Keep those boys at bay! After we finished college we could think about marriage if we wanted to. Thanks, Mom, for holding a sky-high view of education for women.

I’m thankful for my husband who has been happy to walk through life as equal partners in this thing called marriage. Who never called it babysitting when he energetically parented our children. Who has worked hard to understand what white male privilege looks like from other vantage points. Who taught his girls how to fix their bike chains and his son how to make perfect Swedish pancakes.

everyone gets a pack…and Dad get’s two

I’m thankful that both my dad and my husband freely shed tears of happiness, gratitude, sorrow, so that neither I nor my children ever grew up with the notion that women are the emotional ones. Thanks, Kurt, for resisting squinchy boxes that weaken both sons and daughters, husbands and wives.

I’m thankful for Elsie, my mom-in-law, who raised her son to be at home in the kitchen! Thankful for my brilliant son who finds it normal to work with and for women scientists as he pursues his doctorate. Thankful for my keenly insightful daughters who keep teaching me about hidden, costly assumptions I and our society make about women and men.

I’m thankful to belong to a church full of strong men who are not threatened by equally strong women. For my soul-sisters, J., A., and L. — together we have lifted one another and challenged one another to flourish despite the sexism we have faced. Thankful for Alvera, my favorite college professor, who blew the doors off the ideas of gender inequality I had absorbed to that point.

And I’m thankful for writers who dig out stories of smart, talented, brave, determined women who did not have the support I’ve had but who nevertheless blessed the world. Their contributions have at times been squelched, lost, or under-reported because of their gender. Hearing their stories inspires me. No kidding.

I’ll be highlighting some of these books over the next couple days. I hope you’ll come back to find some gems that fuel awareness and gratitude for women throughout history.

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There’s a new Musings post up on my blog.

G.K. Chesterton

G.K. Chesterton

It stems from some reading I was doing this morning and a serendipitous connection I found between G.K. Chesterton’s thoughts on human longings and the stories I seek out for sharing with you all.

What longings, what ingredients for happiness, do we share with the rest of the human race? Chesterton’s response might

from Oscars Half Birthday, by Bob Graham

from Oscars Half Birthday, by Bob Graham

surprise you, as it did me, but with reflection I found it to be a sort of summary of the key ingredients in children’s books. 

See what you think, by clicking on the link here, or navigating through the Musings tab on the top of the page.

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Henri Matisse Woman ReadingI have a new Musings post up today. Thinking about reading as a form of listening. Musing about how this helps us learn to listen well in a hurting and often isolated world.

You can find it by clicking on the link here.

Or use the Musings tab at the top of the page.

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I’ve got a new Musings up, thinking about how we act as gatekeepers of knowledge in our children’s lives.

Passau Mural

You can read about by clicking on the link here, or using the Musings tab at the top of the post.

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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.

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World-Eng-PosterI’ve got a new post on my Musings page. 

Musing about whether children’s lit is inconsequential in the face of the sorrows people around the world experience daily. It’s something I have to wrestle with as I spend hours and hours working on this blog.

You can read it by clicking here, or by clicking the Musings tab on the top of the page and then on the article.

What role does children’s literature play in your life?

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124591-truly-scrumptious-mimis-bakehouse-takes-home-top-taste-awardsA new Musings post is up called “let’s think of something to do while we’re waiting.”

When I was in Edinburgh recently, we ducked into a truly charming tea shop for a scrumptious resting of the feet. The decor was jaunty, the food was beautiful, the large windows overlooking the street made for superb people-watching.

Seated there was a family with three young children. While the mother talked with the children, saw to it that everyone

Mobile Lovers by Banksy

Mobile Lovers by Banksy

was fed, packed up bags and pram, and herded everyone out, the father did not take his eyes off his iphone for one second. No exaggeration. If someone had been in his way, he would have walked splat into them. Playing 2048 probably. 

How does a tiny digital screen keep us from seeing the world?

What do your kids do, while they’re waiting? That’s what I’m musing about today and you can read it here.

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