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Guess what came in the mail a couple of days ago? A copy of a great new poetry anthology titled One Minute Till Bedtime: 60-Second Poems to Send You Off to Sleep. The poems were selected by former Children's Poet Laureate Kenn Nesbitt and the illustrations were done by Christoph Niemann. The anthology includes more than one hundred selections--many by some of our most respected children's poets, including Nikki Grimes, Jack Prelutsky, Ron Koertge, Lee Bennett Hopkins, J. Patrick Lewis, Rebecca Kai Dotlich, Marilyn Singer, Mary Ann Hoberman, Julie Larios, X. J. Kennedy, Pat Mora, Nancy Willard, Jane Yolen, Janet Wong, Joyce Sidman...and Kenn Nesbitt. There are so many other poets whose works are included that I just can't list them all!
* "These pithy poetic observations and Niemann's engaging illustrations prove at once antidote and anodyne for the sleep-averse child demanding just one more....A dreamy collection of bedtime poems and witty illustrations that's anything but sleepy."•Kirkus Reviews, starred review
* "With a broad range of voices and sentiments, the collection delivers poems to meet any mood."•Publishers Weekly, starred review
* "Exuberant for the most part (with some serious musings to lend ballast) and in perfect harmony with its cartoonish, color-washed illustrations, this sleepy-time volume is just the thing for the rhyme-loving child who has graduated from Mother Goose."•School Library Journal, starred review
NOTE: Not all the poems in this anthology are about bedtime. They touch on various and sundry topics. Titles of some of the poems: A Hard Rain, The Dandelion, Our Kittens, Skateboard Girl, The Tadpole Bowl, A Visit to the Forest, Me and My Feet, and Armadillo.
The poems are divided into six sections--each of which begins with a poem by Nesbitt.
The first poem in One Minute till Bedtime is Whew!, Nesbitt's list poem in which a child tells us all the things he/she has to before being able to enjoy reading a book.
Here is how the poems ends:
my gramps and grammas.
my soft pajamas.
Fluffed the pillows.
Got my Ted.
Said my prayers.
Climbed in bed.
All that's done;
at last I'm freed.
it's time to read.
And here is my contribution to One Minute till Bedtime:
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I was not surprised at the shuffling of feet beyond the high wooden fence. It was Halloween night and I was working my first shift as night watchman in the old lumber company where my grandfather had worked for thirty years. They say, at the end, the owner would send a car for old Tom to take him, in comfort, the two miles each way he had walked for so long. There were children and parents walking the streets outside the yard, sometimes explosions of firecrackers in the distance. It was an old lumber yard, a throwback to the glory days of Bytown when timber was king. I walked around the perimeter wooden fence, checked that the big doors to the yard and garage were locked, wandered into the little kitchen for a cup of tea. I knew that drinking too much caffeine on graveyard shifts could have disastrous consequences when the lack of sleep eventually caught up to you, but this was my first shift, Halloween night and tea didnâ€™t seem as dangerous as coffee. I wasnâ€™t one to be superstitious and all the leprechauns and little people and faeries of Irish folklore werenâ€™t foremost in my thoughts except when I remembered my mother who was born in Galway and believed in it all. I had bad dreams about the freezecat but thatâ€™s another story. There were three mugs set out in the kitchen at the back of the office. I dropped a teabag into one, plugged in the kettle and checked that dayâ€™s Sun girl. The knocking at the office door sounded normal. Maybe some of the trick or treaters outside had seen the kitchen light. I walked through the dark office. As I reached for the doorknob I heard the words â€śNo need for thatâ€ť I couldnâ€™t believe my eyes when a man walked right through the door and shook my outstretched hand. â€śTom, Tom Wheeler, your grandfather, and youâ€™ll know Murphyâ€ť To my astonishment another figure stepped through the closed door and shook the hand which my grandfather had just squeezed. I felt it. I know they both squeezed my hand. I recognized my grandfather by pictures Iâ€™d seen. He had a large head, a bald pate and a perpetual smile. My irreverent friends would have called him â€świngnutâ€ť because of his large ears, but not to his face. Murphyâ€™s theory was the reason I was here in the first place. His theory of gambling on sporting events hit a few rough spots when I tried it after his death. Or maybe I didnâ€™t get the full gist of it. Whatever happened, I lost my shirt over those bets and was forced to take this job. The last time Iâ€™d seen Murphy he was sitting up in his casket with my coffee cup in his hands and a brawl going on all around him. They made their way through the office to the kitchen where my grandfather refilled the kettle and washed out an old teapot. He made tea while Murphy and I sat down at the table. I wasnâ€™t sure what to do about it and the manners of these two ghosts, for that is what they must be, were impeccable. â€śI thought we came here to decideâ€ť said Murphy, filling his pipe. â€śYes, we can decide tonight, all right. Tonightâ€™ll be the night weâ€™ll decideâ€ť Tom said as he set the pot down on the table to steep and pulled up a chair. He too filled his pipe. â€śYou didnâ€™t follow through on the system I told you about just before I diedâ€ť Murphy said to me. â€śWhat do you mean?â€ť I piped up. â€śA team usually loses at home the first game after a road trip. Thatâ€™s part of it. There were a few more tricks of the trade which you failed to employ when you made those bets. You would have bet the opposite and cleaned up if you hadâ€ť Murphy lined up the sugar and milk near his cup just behind the spoon. â€śHmâ€ť I grunted. Tom poured tea into our cups and spoke to Murphy as he added his sugar. â€śI think threeâ€ť Murphy took his time, measured his sugar carefully with his spoon, added milk and stirred the combination vigorously. â€śAfter a lot of thought, I have to conclude that the answer is twoâ€ť A long silence broken only by the sounds of tea drinking and the unwrapping of a package of biscuits Tom had produced. Peak Freans. â€śMaybe, if they were doing a proper Irish jig. But even then, with the footwork, youâ€™d have to hope they were once Irish in order not to step on each otherâ€™s toes.â€ť â€śSee, three is the superior numberâ€ť Tom answered,â€ť being half again what your number two is It could be easily done by three angels dancing a Highland fling on the head of a pinâ€ť My grandfatherâ€™s father was a stonemason from Putney but his wife was a Ross from the Highlands and he defended the northern clan at every opportunity. â€śWeâ€™re not talking about a needle hereâ€ť Murphy proclaimed. â€śThe thick end with the eye in it. Only Irish angels could dance on the head of a pin and thereâ€™d only be room for two of themâ€ť Tom disappeared for a moment behind a cloud of grey smoke from his pipe. Anger showed on his countenance when he reappeared. â€śThree Scottish angels could do itâ€ť Before I knew what was happening they had jumped up and were circling the table, Murphy with a large shillelagh, Tom with a battle axe. I sat still and watched. Murphy swung a vicious two hander which caught Tom in the neck. His head was clearly separated from his shoulders but just popped up and landed back in its spot. It was facing the wrong way, but Tom adjusted it and caught Murphy on the side at hip level thereby cutting him in two with the axe. Murphy separated in the middle but his upper body, after popping up, returned to the bottom half at the waist. I could hear laboured breathing as they sparred and clashed but no more than the sounds of two old men exerting themselves. Finally, they put aside their weapons, drank tea, smoked their pipes and resumed the debate. â€śTwo is a balanced number, equal on both sides of its dualityâ€ť Murphy declared out loud. â€śWell, we could add them together to equal five or put them side by side and come up with thirty twoâ€ť offered agreeable Tom. One of his brothers had been an accountant. â€śIhirty two would be a little crowded on the head of a pinâ€ť Murphy observed. Both disappeared behind clouds of grey smoke as they contemplated the problem with newly fired pipes. â€śThe angels would have to step lively all rightâ€ť Tom observed. â€śThirty two Scottish angels could do a Highland Reel on the head of a pinâ€ť he declared. â€śMind you, theyâ€™d need eight circles for the teams of fourâ€ť â€śHmâ€ť responded Murphy. â€śI could see putting them side by side and coming up with twenty threeâ€ť I was wondering if they would again arise to resume hostilities but all they did was wash and dry the cups together like an old married couple. I could hear them mumbling to each other as they stood at the sink with their backs to me. My disbelief was in a suspended state. Except that it wasnâ€™t a trick in my head. They sat down at the table again and looked across the office to the front door. The knock on the front door came after a long minute of waiting. I made to rise but Tom put up his hand to stop me and Murphy said â€śShhâ€ť The door never opened but four little men carried a log fire with a bubbling pot slung above it through the office to where we were sitting in the kitchen. Behind them a mad cackle blended with the whooshing sound of a wild wind and a dark figure flew through the wall, did two circuits of the office and landed deftly behind the pot. My mouth was hanging open when I looked at my grandfather and Murphy. Both nodded and smiled at the woman in front of us. â€śHello, Zeldaâ€ť they said. â€śBoysâ€ť the woman spoke while her appearance changed like fluid before my eyes. First she was an old hag, then a beautiful maiden, then an ancient crone with a wart on her nose and finally she settled on a plump milkmaid who peered curiously into the pot. â€śThis is Steve, Tomâ€™s grandson and an old friend of mineâ€ť Murphy spoke up. â€śHeâ€™s on the other side, is he?â€ť she stirred the bubbling broth with great concentration. â€śYes, heâ€™s still thereâ€ť Murphy nodded agreeably â€śBut not for much longerâ€ť This conversation troubled me. â€śAnd howâ€™s tricks and treats tonight then, Zelda?â€ť Tom inquired. Zelda turned into a smartly dressed businesswoman while she surveyed the pot and the four little men. Were they elves or goblins or gnomes? I didnâ€™t know and no one was telling. â€śIt used to be better in the old daysâ€ť she said â€śYou canâ€™t scare anybody any more. Then thereâ€™s all the white witches. Dogooders I call them. I mean you can be spooky without being evilâ€ť She joined Murphy and Tom in puffing on a pipe. With all four of the little men smoking their pipes as well, we disappeared for a moment until the cloud moved on. There was no smoke from the fire under the pot though, I will say that. As if on a prearranged signal, the little men picked up the fire and pot, waited till Zelda stepped out of the way, carried it through the office and the closed front door. Zelda watched them go, an ever changing expression on her ever changing face. â€śGoodbye, boys. I sensed you were in the neighbourhood and thought Iâ€™d drop by to say hello. See you roundâ€ť She did a high speed circuit of the darkened office, one second mounting her broom, the next a black blur, the next gone through the wall. After this display my grandfather produced a pint of single malt Highland whiskey and Murphy found a pint of Black Bush in his pocket. The tea mugs were used to share the shots. â€śTell you whatâ€ť said Murphy â€śWeâ€™ll meet next Halloween night here and decide for goodâ€ť â€śAgreedâ€ť said Tom â€śNext Halloween night. That long enough for you?â€ť â€śOh yes. By that time there wonâ€™t be any doubt. Iâ€™ll know by thenâ€ť â€śSame hereâ€ť said Tom. They stood and proferred their hands. Each squeezed my outstretched one. As I followed them across the office, Tom said â€śHalloween night is over here now. But itâ€™s just starting west of hereâ€ť They waved goodbye and walked through the door. I opened it and watched them walk to the outer fence. They turned to me. â€śIâ€™ll say hello to your Dadâ€ť Tom spoke in a loud voice. â€śAnd donâ€™t bet on anything more than five to oneâ€ť Murphy shouted They turned west and walked through the fence. Up in the sky, silhouetted against the full moon, Zelda flew by on her broomstick. I walked back to the kitchen to turn out the lights. I felt that glorious buzz which just the right amount of good whiskey produces. It was time to do my rounds and make sure nothing strange was happening in the yard that Halloween night.Add a Comment
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I am at our annual state library conference. I had the honor of working with all our youth services conference presenters to bring fifteen programs to our members. These programs were extraordinary - Amy Koester came up for IL to share her thoughts on leadership and involving families. Wisconsin youth librarians shared their expertise on play groups, tangly issues on collection development, shared TABS, service to teen moms, teen college and career planning, service on award committees, transformative partnerships, new SLP paradigms, youth art galleries in libraries and so much more.
We celebrated our award winners - library and librarians of the year and inductees into the Wi Library Hall of Fame.
And more personally, so many colleagues said yes to me over the past few days. I have been elected the president-elect of the WI Library Association. My term as president begins in 2018. Over the past two days, so many colleagues from all types of libraries serving all ages have answered "YES!" when I have asked them to help me in creating an annual conference of consequence in 2018 and to step up to create a strong board, amazing committees and a place where all library staff feel welcome to interact and push library service in our state further and faster. I am humbled by their commitment and their faith.
Our Youth Services Section nurtured me, my WLA board colleagues of the past six years forged me and the confidence of the members of the association lift me up. I am so lucky to have this support and the guidance of my colleagues. This is the true grace that makes all things possible.
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What to do when your drawers and portfolios are overflowing with original paintings?
You have a flash sale of course!
ONE DAY ONLY
Friday October 28th
9am - 9pm CST
All original paintings and drawings on www.sarabillustration.com will be hugely marked down!
There's a new chapter in my life coming, and I am pretty certain I will be inspired to make much of it through drawing and painting. I have also been wanting to play with working larger, which will require more room!
So in celebration of the arrival of our son Jaxon (and the crisp cool holiday season! My favorite!), I am holding this ultra rare sale, marking my original art for almost half the price! This is a great way, I hope, for those of you who have been wanting an original piece but haven't been able to afford it, are able to find something that resonates with you and is within your reach.
All of the paintings available demonstrate my progression as an illustrator...
I have original paintings from ten years back when I was still inking my lines with microns because I feared loosing my lines and didn't like getting graphite all over my hand.
All the way through to the most recent, finished just a couple weeks ago. No inked lines but instead using erasable gray pencil, showing more confidence in my values, and creating far more inviting atmospheres that help tell the story.
Each step in the process is vital for the following step. Without experimenting and playing, I would not be where I am today as an illustrator.
Most of my work is small for those little areas of the house that need some magic.
It is very well known that I prefer to work small, usually smaller than 8x10. I enjoy the challenge and quite possibly have always been interested in the miniature (LOVE dollhouses and all things small). Most of the larger works I create are requested commissions, but there will be a range of sizes available at the sale.
From a few of the smallest....
|"Lime Pixie" 3 x 2.5 inches|
The many in the middle...
|"July" 8 x 10 inches|
To a couple of the largest....
|"Wisdom" 12 x 16 inches|
I know each piece has a soul mate, created just for them.
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Fillet of a fenny snake,
Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I
I must say a very big thank you to Yvonne for this fantastic Halloween card (right). If you have not had the pleasure of meeting Yvonne, you will find her over at Melancholy and Menace or at her Etsy shop here
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I've been sitting on this idea for a while (too busy to 'toon--very sad) but here's the second installment of Writer Nightmares. More to come! This one is loosely based on reality--my own and others'. I know many a writer who has lost a critical... Read the rest of this postAdd a Comment
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Travel back with me through the Earthâ€™s history, back into the farthest reaches of time when the sand we walk today was still rock and the oceans of an entirely salination. Back back back we go to, oh about 13 years ago, Iâ€™d say. I was a library grad student, and had just come to the shocking realization that the childrenâ€™s literature class Iâ€™d taken on a lark might actually yield a career of some sort. We were learning the finer points of book reviewing (hat tip to K.T. Horningâ€™s From Cover to Cover there) and to hone our skills each of us was handed a brand new childrenâ€™s book, ready for review. I was handed Our Family Tree: An Evolution Story by Lisa Westberg Peters, illustrated by Lauren Stringer. It was good, so I came up with some kind of a review. It was, now that I think about it, the very first childrenâ€™s book review I ever wrote (talk about evolution). And I remember at the time thinking (A) How great it was to read a picture book on the topic and (B) That with my limited knowledge of the field there were probably loads and loads of books out there about evolution for small children. Fun Fact: There arenâ€™t. Actually, in the thirteen years between then and now Iâ€™ve not seen a single evolution themed picture book come out since the Peters/Stringer collaboration. Until now. Because apparently two years before I ran across Our Family Tree author Jonathan Tweet was trying to figure out why there were so few books on the subject on the market. It took him a while, but he finally got his thoughts in order and wrote this book. Worth the wait and possibly the only book we may need on the subject. For a while, anyway.
Letâ€™s start with a fish. Weâ€™ll call her Grandmother Fish and she lived â€śa long, long, long, long, long time ago.â€ť She did familiar fishy things like â€świggleâ€ť and â€śchompâ€ť. And then she had ancestors and they turned out to be everything from sharks to ray-finned fish to reptiles. Thatâ€™s when you meet Grandmother Reptile, who lived â€śa long, long, long, long time ago.â€ť From reptiles we get to mammals. From mammals to apes. And from apes to humans. And with each successive iteration, they carry with them the traits of their previous forms. Remember how Grandmother Fish could wiggle and chomp? Well, so can every subsequent ancestor, with some additional features as well. The final image in the book shows a wide range of humans and they can do the things mentioned in the book before. Backmatter includes a more complex evolutionary family tree, a note on how to use this book, a portion â€śExplaining Concepts of Evolutionâ€ť, a guide â€śto the Grandmothers, Their Actions, and Their Grandchildren for your own information to help you explain evolution to your childâ€ť, and finally a portion on â€śCorrecting Common Errorsâ€ť (useful for both adults and kids).
What are the forbidden topics of childrenâ€™s literature? Which is to say, what are the topics that could be rendered appropriate for kids but for one reason or another never see the light of day? I can think of a couple off the top of my head, an evolution might be one of them. To say that itâ€™s controversial in this, the 21st century, is a bit odd, but we live in odd times. No doubt the bookâ€™s creators have already received their own fair share of hate mail from folks who believe this content is inappropriate for their children. I wouldnâ€™t be too surprised to hear that it ended up on ALAâ€™s Most Challenged list of books in the future. Yet, as I mentioned before, finding ANY book on this subject, particularly on the young end of the scale, is near impossible. I am pleased that this book is filling such a huge gap in our library collections. Now if someone would just do something for the 7-12 year olds . . .
When you are simplifying a topic for children, one of the first things you need to figure out from the get-go is how young you want to go. Are you aiming your book at savvy 6-year-olds or bright-eyed and bushy-tailed 3-year-olds? In the case of Grandmother Fish the back-story to the book is that creator Jonathan Tweet was inspired to write it when he couldnâ€™t find a book for his daughter on evolution. We will have to assume that his daughter was on the young end of things since the final product is very clearly geared towards the interactive picture book crowd. Readers are encouraged to wiggle, crawl, breathe, etc. and the words proved capable of interesting both my 2-year-old son and my 5-year-old daughter. One would not know from this book that the author hadnâ€™t penned picture books for kids before. The gentle repetition and clincher of a conclusion suggest otherwise.
One problem with turning evolution into picture book fare is the danger of confusing the kids (of any age, really). If you play it that our ancestors were monkeys, then some folks might take you seriously. Thatâ€™s where the branching of the tree becomes so interesting. Tweet and Lewis try hard to make it clear that though we might call a critter â€śgrandmotherâ€ť itâ€™s not literally that kind of a thing. The problem is that because the text is so simple, it really does say that each creature had â€śmany kinds of grandchildren.â€ť Explaining to kids that this is a metaphor and not literal . . . well, good luck with that. You may find yourself leaning heavily on the â€śCorrecting Common Errorsâ€ť page at the end of the book, which aims to correct common misconceptions. There you will find gentle corrections to false statements like â€śWe started as fishâ€ť or â€śEvolution progresses to the human formâ€ť or â€śWe descended from one fish or pair of fish, or one early human or pair of early humans.â€ť Of these Common Errors, my favorite was â€śEvolution only adds traitsâ€ť since it was followed by the intriguing corrective, â€śEvolution also take traits away. Whales canâ€™t crawl even though theyâ€™re descended from mammals that could.â€ť Letâ€™s talk about the bone structure of the dolphinâ€™s flipper sometime, shall we? The accompanying â€śExplaining Concepts of Evolutionâ€ť does a nice job of helping adults break down ideas like â€śNatural Selectionâ€ť and â€śArtificial Selectionâ€ť and â€śDescent with Modificationâ€ť into concepts for young kids. Backmatter-wise, Iâ€™d give the book an A+. In terms of the story itself, however, Iâ€™m going with a B. After all, itâ€™s not like every parent and educator that reads this book to kids is even going to get to the backmatter. I understand the decisions that led them to say that each “Grandmother” had “grandchildren” but surely there was another way of phrasing it.
This isnâ€™t the first crowd-sourced picture book Iâ€™ve ever seen, but it may be one of the most successful. The reason is partly because of the subject matter, partly because of the writing, and mostly because of the art. Bad art sinks even the most well-intentioned of picture books out there. Now I donâ€™t know the back-story behind why Tweet paired with illustrator Karen Lewis on this book, but I hope he counts his lucky stars every day for her participation. First and foremost, he got an illustrator who had done books for children before (Arturo and the Navidad Birds probably being her best known). Second, her combination of watercolors and digital art really causes the pages to pop. The colors in particular are remarkably vibrant. Itâ€™s a pleasure to watch them, whether close up for one-on-one readings, or from a distance for groups. Whether on her own or with Tweetâ€™s collaboration, her clear depictions of the evolutionary â€śtreeâ€ť is nice and fun. Plus, itâ€™s nice to see some early humans who arenâ€™t your stereotypical white cavemen with clubs, for once.
I look at this book and I wonder what its future holds. Will a fair number of public school libraries purchase it? They should. Will parents like Mr. Tweet be able to find it when they wander aimlessly into bookstores and libraries? One can hope. And is it any good? It is. But you only have my word on that one. Still, if great grand numbers of perfect strangers can band together to bring a book to life on a topic crying out for representation on our childrenâ€™s shelves, youâ€™ve gotta figure the author and illustrator are doing something right. A book that meets and then exceeds expectations, tackling a tricky subject, in a divisive era of our history, to the betterment of all. Not too shabby for a fish.
On shelves now.
Source: Final copy sent from publisher for review.
Like This? Then Try:
- Our Family Tree: An Evolution Story by Lisa Westberg Peters, ill. Lauren Stringer
- From Woof to Wolf: The Story of Dogs by Hudson Talbott
- You Are Stardust by Elin Kelsey, ill. Soyeon Kim
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Yep, Election Day is around the corner and it's time to VOTE!
Did you know that Election Day is set for the Tuesday immediately following the first Monday in November? It can be as early as Nov. 2 or as late as Nov. 8-- which is the date this year! It's our opportunity as citizens to make our voices heard in choosing leadership at the local, state, and national levels. Whatever your political views, it's a privilege to participate in this important process. And this poem, "Voting," by Diane Mayr from The Poetry Friday Anthology for Celebrations captures this beautiful moment (in English AND Spanish).
This "Voting" postcard is also available at Pinterest here.
And here are the Take 5! activities that accompany this poem in the Celebrations book:
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We know how hard our members work for the kids they serve, their schools or programs, and their communities. The First Book Network strives every day to put high-quality, diverse books into the hands of kids in need — books that might encourage a reluctant reader, reveal distant worlds, or open eager minds to new ideas. Books help reinforce studentsâ€™ interests and celebrate their strengths.
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From Bored Panda: 15+ of the Most Creative Halloween Costumes - I like Peter and his shadow best!
Via Nathan Bransford: A fantastic diagram that breaks down The Big Five US Trade Book Publishers and their imprints. WOW!
From Nine Kinds of Pie: How to Read Harold (and the Purple Crayon)
From The Federation of Children's Book Groups - and idea to celebrate NATIONAL NON-FICTION NOVEMBER 2016
Nathan Bransford is blogging again and shared some awesome links:
From shouldiworkforfree.com - a handy dandy hilarious diagram mapping whether you should work for free or not
From bookends (a literary agency): Never Will You Just Write
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I thought as long as the day is on its way, I'd offer you a link to my reading of a shivery scene in my book.
And maybe I'll have a go at reading the Samhain scene on to YouTube sometime this weekend, in honour of the festival.
Meanwhile, here's that link. Follow and enjoy!
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Her life of secrecy has never been easy. Sheâ€™s watched her younger brother, Jeremy, burn and rise again in a coming-of-age process called rebirth. And just like her brother, when her time comes, she wonâ€™t remember anything from her first life other than sheâ€™s a Phoenixâ€”a member of a small group of people descended from the mythical Phoenix bird.
The last thing she needs to worry about is falling for the new guy in townâ€”Logan Schmidt.
Cara is drawn to Logan in a way she canâ€™t explain, but sheâ€™s not exactly complaining. Everything is perfectâ€¦except itâ€™s not. Once sheâ€™s reborn, sheâ€™ll forget Logan. And to make things worse, a Phoenix Hunter is on the loose, and Caraâ€™s involvement with Logan is bringing out her Phoenix qualitiesâ€”the very qualities that will draw the Hunter right to her.
Desperate times call for desperate measuresâ€¦
Afraid of hurting Logan, Cara breaks it off for good. But her attraction to him runs deeper than a typical high school crush. She wants himâ€”needs him. And if he proves willing to stay by her side, their love might destroy them both.
Can Cara hide from the Phoenix Hunters long enough to survive her rebirth? And if so, will it mean a new beginning with Loganâ€”or the beginning of the end?
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Willi Mulot (1889- 1982) besuchte die DĂĽsseldorfer Akademie und war SchĂĽler des Landschaftsmalers Eugen DĂĽcker. Er lebte in Wiesbaden, malte vorwiegend Bildnisse, Landschaften, zumeist menschenleer, und Stillleben. AuĂźerdem war er als Illustrator tĂ¤tig.
In seiner RĂĽckbesinnung auf das Sichtbare stand er der Neuen Sachlichkeit nahe. Er vermied jedoch sozialkritische Bildthemen. Seine Ortsansichten und Landschaftsausschnitte wirken unspektakulĂ¤r und strahlen bisweilen eine magische Ruhe aus. (Quelle:Kunstantiquariat Friedrich Piesk)
Weite Landschaft bei Darmstadt - Ă–l/Lwd., sign. u. r. und dat. 1922 / 55 X 88 cm.
Georg Altheim, Bruder von Wilhelm Altheim (1871 - 1914) wurde 1865 in GroĂź-Gerau geboren und lebte ĂĽberwiegend in Darmstadt. Auch seine Bilder sind reine Landschaftsdarstellungen, oft mit niedrigem Horizont, damit der Himmel mit seinen Wolken richtig zur Geltung kommt.
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We hop straight from the Quaker Craft Fair to Scary Stories around the Fire!!! So much hopping. Check out our Lehigh Valley Storytelling Guild's newsletter about Saturday night's event at Jordan UCC, 1837 Church Road, Allentown, PA 18102. They have a nice big fire circle in their Peace Garden.
Dress warmly. Bring a donation of non-perishable food for Second Harvest Food Bank or the Pennsylvania Avenue Interfaith Food Pantry. (You get $3 off the admission price if you donate.) Bring blankets. There are benches around the circle.
Here's a link to MORE information about this stellar (hopefully) event. If it rains,...please check The Lehigh Valley Storytelling Guild's website before heading out.
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