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March has been an anxious month waiting for college acceptances to arrive, and I suppose I don't write when I'm anxious. I can't say what else I was doing, besides churning over the same college information and cleaning out the computer/storage room. Oh, and shoveling snow, which was flippin' weird in March.

But the results are in, and they are good for the Teen. She didn't quite make her reach school Columbia, but was admitted to its sister school Barnard. She swept our Virginia colleges with acceptances from University of Virginia, University of Richmond, and William & Mary, along with UNC at Chapel Hill. A last minute addition of George Washington University is looking promising with an admittance to a selective honors program and a large scholarship.

With such a variety of good schools to consider and such a big decision to make, I can't say how present I'll be online this month either. Though there is a significant difference in the tension of not being able to move forward because you have no idea what to decide among, and the tension of having many good choices to decide among. If it's any indication, this nagging lower back pain I've had for weeks is suddenly gone.

If you have anything to share about the schools, I'd love to hear. Especially about GWU or Barnard, where I don't have any insider view. William & Mary is safely covered by its two alumni in this very house - which is probably killing Teen's view of it - and Richmond is too expensive.

All right, I'm going to move on because I could write for hours comparing what we know of those schools and how they fit my daughter and what that could eventually mean for her future and if any will affect her potential as President...

Oh, yeah everything else is fine. The Kid is on a chorus trip to DisneyWorld and auditioned for a summer theatre program of Legally Blonde, which should be fun. My mom is doing fine from her recent follow-up appointment and got a new kitty friend. The husband and I are coming up on our twentieth year anniversary, and will likely have to pretend that it is actually occurring at a more convenient time to celebrate. Like 2016.

If you're reading this, thanks for staying around. I haven't been a great citizen of the KidLitosphere, but I love my friends in it too much to disappear entirely. Just sometimes, for odd stretches of time. Be well!

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Summer is a great time for stories.  All us sleep-away camp veterans remember the campfires and our counselors warning us of the Witch Lady or the Evil Bear.   Ooohhhhhh! Scary.

But stories do more than just titillate and keep the timid awake at night.  Stories solidify our memories.  They create a family legend that helps us with our self-identity.  Stories teach.  Stories inspire.  And they are just plain fun.

When I was just learning to talk, I developed a great fear of chickens.  This was a problem since my grandfather owned a farm.  Those chickens freaked me out.  And if I got a scrape or a bruise or stubbed my toe, I pronounced, "The shicken did it."

Pretty close to the original scary chicken.

Someone gave me an inflatable chicken but my parents had to put it on top of the corner cupboard, it scared me that much.

My mother told us all stories about when we were "little".  She told me about my stint of blaming everything on "shickens".  "The shicken did it", was a phrase we shared. And when I was old enough to explain things, I remembered a dream I had had.  "Oh", I said.  "When I was little, I dreamed that that rubber chicken was chasing me and pecking me."

This is a tiny memory.  If my mother had NOT told me stories of when I was "little", I would have forgotten the chicken dream and the brightly colored toy that haunted my early childhood.  And a little part of who I am would remain a mystery.  I am still not terribly fond of chickens, unless they are fried or served with dumplings.

Yesterday, my mom and my youngest sister and I visited Illick's Mill which has been turned into an Environmental Center.  The Center is working on the public side of the "pond" that edges my parents' property.  Illick's Mill and I have a history and the building has changed from my teen days.  We got the grand tour and the summer intern walked back to the pond with us and explained what they were doing. My sister and mother and I shared stories of how things were when we were young. 

To remember your stories, you must tell them.  Repetition makes then stick in your brain.  Find a willing listener and tell them a story about who you were, who you are, where you went and where you are going.  Then help them tell a story to you.

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I had hoped that I'd be able to tap into my Reader side this week, but the Mother part of me is crowding out everything else mentally. The difference this time is that it is being the mother to my mother.

So again, we have another personal post instead of anything to do with books, reading, or libraries. (Though to be fair to myself, it is my personal stories day.) I had thought I'd sit her in the business center room of the Radisson and tidy up some notes into a review or two. But instead there's a steady flow of Muzak that may be damaging my psyche and all I can think about is my own experience, right now.

I wouldn't talk about this openly if my mom read my blog, but she doesn't understand the Internet. Honestly though there's nothing that we haven't talked about anyway. Especially now that we're here in Baltimore beginning her treatments at Johns Hopkins. I never thought it would be easy, but I didn't think it would be this hard.

I couldn't have predicted the heat wave that makes it impossible to go outside for any length of time, nor could I have planned for a nearby water main break that has shut down some of the local eateries I was counting on. Maybe I should have been more realistic about my mom's strength in being able to walk a few blocks, and I could have been less optimistic about the side effects of treatment. I know I've been too hopeful about her ability to handle more on her own, and that worries me.

I have faith in the radiation therapy done with the best doctors in the best hospital in the country. But the fact that she's not feeling good or strong now, at the very beginning, is not a promising look at the next month. I feel bad for her, certainly, but I kind of feel bad for myself. (And feel guilty for feeling that way.) It's hard taking charge, making decisions, missing work, and leaving my kids behind to manage all this in another city. Talking among my friends, I know I'm not alone in the sandwich generation - taking care of kids and aging parents simultaneously - but haven't figured out how to manage it. Except, perhaps, one day at a time.

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I'm joining the Ultimate Blog Party 2012 today. It's put on by 5 Minutes For Mom. I'm looking forward to connecting with some other mom bloggers. There are some great prizes too. I've peeked in on 5 Minutes For Moms in their BlogFrog community in the past. These identical twin mom bloggers are meeting their goal of supporting and connecting mom bloggers! My blog goal is to support parents who

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Hello Friend,Consider making a donation online. Please write in the comment section when donating that you learned about LitWorld from Michelle Breum.Enjoy this year's World Read Aloud Day! World Read Aloud Day: March 7, 2012Take Action for Global Literacy, Celebrate the Power of Words, Change the World Worldwide at least 793 million people remain illiterate.

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Finding good books and reading often helps young children love reading! A love of reading starts early. It may seem silly to read to a baby, but babies love books! I read to my children often and early. We bought many of our books used and checked out books at the library. Some of my best memories are of times reading with my babies. I've been doing a little work organizing my family videos. I

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Reading levels help me choose books for my kids. I'd love to hear your opinion about reading levels and have you join my Blog Frog Community. I'm embedding a discussion here on my blog. If you are interested in learning more about reading levels or have some ideas or opinions to share, I welcome you! Thanks in advance for your time. One of the best parts of writing this blog has been connecting

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Yes! It is official. I'm helping with a charity that is doing amazing things to improve literacy in the United States and Worldwide! World Read Aloud Day - March 7, 2012 I will be setting up an event in Billings, Montana to promote World Read Aloud Day and do some fundraising. My goal is to raise at least $100 for Litworld. The ambassador who raises the most money will be honored at LitWorld's

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I have talked about my mom's stroke and the subsequent finding of a large, benign tumor in her brain. She is recovering from the stroke quite nicely, although when she is anxious or tired, her symptoms of confusion and impaired cognitive functioning become more pronounced. The problem now is a large tumor that is encasing one of her optic nerves and pressing on the other. Along with being in a pretty inaccessible section of the brain, this is a situation that requires extreme specialization.

Like the kind you'd find at Johns Hopkins Hospital.

Where we were yesterday.

At the time of the shooting.

If I'm counting my blessings, I will say that the standoff occurred in the hospital, not the outpatient center we were visiting. I will also express relief that the doctor who was shot is likely to recover from his injuries.

But for me, personally? Oh, come on! Is all of this not hard enough for me and my mom? We haven't had one visit to Johns Hopkins that's gone smoothly. All of our drives there have taken twice as long as they should - by which I mean over two hours instead of one - which has been exhausting. The first day we were late, but they were able to see us. But the doctor was also late, so we ended up spending all day in the office. Leaving us with perfect timing to encounter a huge storm on the Beltway, giving us a three hour drive home. Totals were seven hours spent for a forty minute appointment.

The next visit we stayed in a hotel overnight in Baltimore to be sure to be at the early appointment, but there was a mix-up with the hotel with calling our cab so we made it there just on time. Following protocol we had been chastised about before, we took a number and didn't check in until they called our number. That's when they told us that the time we arrived was the time scheduled for the MRI, and so by waiting to be called, my mom had missed her slot. They thought they might be able to fit us in late afternoon. I almost cried. There was a bit of luck when another appointment was suddenly canceled as we sat there, but it was too late for my anxiety level which was already through the roof. We had another terribly long drive home.

So for this visit, we did everything right. We left super early counting on a two-hour drive. We double checked the appointment and the map. We arrived at the outpatient center at 11:25 a.m., where I dropped off my mom to wait inside while I parked the car. By the time I walked back at 11:30 a.m., they were putting the Center on lockdown and wouldn't let me in. I finally was able to convince a guard to walk me in to find my mother, but they wouldn't let us proceed to the fifth floor for her appointments. No, we had to go outside and wait for ninety minutes where we heard reports of the situation from the other patients and visitors. The police helicopters overheard also clued us in to something really big going down.

The office called me to reschedule, but I told them that we were outside, my mom had come from Virginia Beach for this appointment, and if that building opened before 5:00 p.m., we were coming in. With the specter of keeping my mom with me for another week to wait for another set of Thursday appointments, I pretty much would have scaled the walls with my mom on my back to get us in to see those doctors.

Once we did get in, we had a pretty easy time of the scheduling as they had told most of their afternoon patients not to come. However, we did not get the information we needed to start on our treatment plan, because our main doctor didn't compare the old MRI with the new one before we can, and then didn't have the right files by the time he saw us at 4:00 p.m. And he was kind of cranky about it too. So, after all of that, we left with little more information than we had coming in. Oh, and since we stayed in the hospital for a quick dinner - Baja Fresh! - before driving home, our total time in the parking garage went thirty minutes over six hours, for which our fee went fro

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I didn't announce a summer blog break, though I pretty much took one. It's actually just one in a series of "I didn't" statements for the summer. A series that is weighing me down, and holding back my return to blogging.

I didn't review the summer books I intended to cover. I didn't really read many books, for that matter. I didn't talk about my week in New York, even though it was wonderful. I didn't talk about the end of PBS Booklights, even though it was terrible. I didn't use the time to format my strategy for this blog or KidLitosphere Central. I didn't work to get my picture book manuscript published. I didn't announce the call for Cybils judges, even though I'm the organizer again for Fiction Picture Books. I didn't promote KidLit Con 2010, even though I plan to go and hopefully to speak. I didn't answer many emails or participate in many discussions. I didn't read Mockingjay until yesterday.

I didn't get my house in order - literally or figuratively. And to be honest, I didn't do all that much for my mom over these months. I mean, I talked to her a lot on the phone. Visited a few times. Arranged a few medical appointments, five of which are in the next ten days at Johns Hopkins Hospital. But it's not like I was on dedicated family medical leave.

Knowing "I didn't" has made it harder to get back to blogging. Maybe in the same way an ice cream binge ruins a dieter's progress or an injury derails a newbie's exercise program. But the longer I break from writing, the harder it is to start again. And I don't feel better for not blogging, but less tethered to the commitment of it.

As it turns out, I'm not at my best untethered. So, I'll do as the dieters, exercisers, and rehabbers do and take it one day at a time. One post at a time. As my teen and tween head back to the work of the school year, I'm getting back to the work of blogging. Because the truth for all of is that the work is easily countered by the time hanging out with friends - whether at recess, in the halls, or online. As they headed back to school today, groaning about waking up early and anticipated homework, they also put on their coolest clothes and talked about friends. I'm doing the same with my coolest clothes (have you seen my newish template?) and talking about you, my friends. Back to blogging we go.

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I've been back home for more than a week and I haven't felt like writing. Well, that's not exactly it, but trying to clarify has made me write this particular sentence over and over again. Which is a good example of why I didn't feel like writing. Maybe I should back up.

I did get back from a wonderful trip to New York City. We didn't get to everything we wanted to do in the city, nor did wecreate an overnight Broadway star in my tween. We did have an fantastic time and she had an excellent experience, and I'll try to write a fuller report later.

Right after we got home, I found that an important medical consultation for mom was going to be pushed back two weeks - unless we could make it in two days instead. That wouldn't be a problem, except that she lives in Virginia Beach and the appointment was at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore. So instead of a week of rest following our fun-but-exhausting trip, I was getting the house ready and then hosting guests.

I had a nice visit with my brother, who needed to drive my mom up to my place. My niece was a ray of sunshine. My mom was... okay. It was an overwhelming experience for her - from dropping everything to come north, to the bad luck surrounding her appointment which put in five hours of driving time for an hour consultation, to processing the visit with the specialist, and so on. Her stroke makes it hard for her to understand complicated things anyway, and we've got tough things to talk through - as many times as it takes.

We have many appointments and tests to go before I can really share more, but I can say that it wasn't an easy week and I didn't feel like writing. The problem is that that more I don't blog, the harder it is to get started again. Like, at all. So I'm dumping this all out here in the hopes of clearing the cobwebs from my brain and getting going again online.

Thanks for listening.

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An update is in order, but it's been hard to write it. Less because of my stress level or even my general busyness, than because my head seems too full to manage writing. I hope to get better about that soon.

So, strokes are weird. My mother can make a pot of noodles for our dinner without asking one question along the way, but couldn't figure out how to open her shampoo. We've had intelligent, thoughtful discussions about the stupid Arizona immigration law, but she can't understand the concept of "next month." She could identify her preferred food brands at the grocery store and discuss why she liked them, but couldn't remember how to use the credit card scanner.

Overall, I'm impressed by her progress. Physically, she's coordinated and competent. Her speech is understandable almost all of the time, and her memory is good. She works hard to stay upbeat and challenges herself to learn new things. Or rather, to relearn old things. At the same time, I can see how far she has to go on regaining competence for tasks that were once familiar and recognition for words that were once easy. It's a bit daunting.

I'm not sure what's next, exactly. I'm going home tomorrow and trying to figure out how and when I can get back. And we're not done, either in this particular recovery or the one to come when the doctors investigate the very likely possibility of brain surgery. The only way we can deal with that prospect is to not deal with it at all right now.

Anyway, I'm hoping to get back on blog next week, because I think that I need that distraction and routine. It's also time to look at the 48 Hour Book Challenge and Book Expo America and the Book Blogger Convention. Oh, and normal life - whatever that is. I wrote down this quote from the speech therapist's office, and am keeping it at the top of my calendar for May: "Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain."

Hello, Spring 2010? Watch my samba.

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For weeks now I’ve had a lump in my throat like the kind you get when you’re about to cry. But this one would come at seemingly random times — as I was washing the dishes, sitting by the pool, trying to fall asleep. In those breaks from my hectic life, I’d be forced to remember, “Oh yeah, I’m losing my job at the end of June.”

It would fit my ironic existence that I moved to an exempt job — no, fought for the reduced-hours position — and then that category of job was slated for elimination for the first time in twenty years. This isn’t the fault of My Fair County, but of my own unlucky choices. I’ve known since October when the economy tanked that my position would be cut. Since February I’ve been sure that there wouldn’t be another position for me to take since all jobs were frozen. Since April’s budget decision, it’s been a matter of time.

Through this school year of waiting, I’ve been pretty much okay. My salary is helpful for future savings, but not absolutely necessary. For months I’ve looked at the end of my job as a sabbatical where I could finally take a break, enjoy my family, write the book, and focus on KidLitosphere business. But today is my last day of work, and all I can feel is the loss.

It doesn’t help that I had found the perfect branch. It was built a year ago, and features huge windows overlooking the trees, thousands of freshly ordered books, and that new library smell. The library is fairly quiet, but my programs were always full. My position put me low on status, but my opinions were respected. The staff was wonderful, the five-minute commute amazing, and the pace perfect. And while I love the idea of not working in the summer, I’ll deeply miss the chance to give kids great books when they finally have time to ask me for suggestions.

Also, it’s hitting me that however much I’ve talked about going back to the library when jobs open up, it may not happen. The current staffing norm for new employees wouldn’t allow me to take a job unless I’d work every weekend. I’ve grown too attached to my branch to really consider another. Even the idea that jobs will open up is optimistic when an article in today’s paper shows the county will probably face an additional seven percent budget loss in this fiscal year. I’m realizing that I may not be able to go back.

Of course, there’s also the possibility that my situation will change. Maybe my writing will find a publishing home. Maybe I’ll contract out my services for a newsletter or expand my involvement in PBS or coordinate conferences for cash. Maybe my recycled jewelry hobby can turn a little profit in the holiday season. Maybe I can devote the time to my talented daughters who have missed opportunities with my mixed-up schedule. I may not want to go back.

Right now it doesn’t matter if I am not able to go back or don’t want to go back or even if eventually I can go back. Today it’s about losing something. A job, certainly, but also a refuge from a busy home life and an identity of what I do. It almost makes me cry, and it’s the almost that’s leaving the lump in my throat. I’m ready to lose that lump too.

Tomorrow I’m heading to the beach with my girls to see family and sit by the shore. I need to clear my head in the ocean breeze and let the salty sea absorb any tears. I need to have fun and sunshine. I need to reflect and regroup. I’ll read email, but otherwise will be offline for the week. That’s what I’m going to do for me.

When I get back, I’ll be getting KidLitosphere Central updated as it suffered from my Three Months of Busyness. I want those of you going to ALA to feel good about promoting it as a way to access our thriving community. I’ll also be pouring my energy into the sessions and registration for the KidLitosphere Conference. If you already know you’re coming, I’d encourage you to make reservations at the Sheraton in Crystal City. I can basically tell you that the conference fee will be about $100 and will include the conference sessions, along with breakfast and the nice dinner on Saturday, October 17th. I’ll be working on pulling together the sessions and presenters, but last year’s conference will give you an idea of what to expect. I’m thinking about a Library of Congress field trip on that Friday, for those who’d be interested. I’m looking at Politics and Prose for something on Sunday. Both of those outings are optional. Honestly, the specific sessions and field trips are almost irrelevant, as you should come to the conference if you are looking for an opportunity to meet/reconnect/network with the kidlitosphere bloggers/authors/publishers you know online while using some of the time to learn/collaborate/discuss issues.

Why am I giving you a preview of that conference information when I just said that I’m going to tackle it next week? Well, for two reasons. First, I want to end this post on a positive, forward-thinking note. Second, I know you, my blogging friends, may want to do something to help me feel better and nothing would be more helpful than getting the ball rolling for the conference. So mark your calendar, make reservations, and let me know you’re coming. One door closes, another opens.

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Every storm passes by eventually.

Well, unless it’s one of those little cartoon clouds which hover above an unfortunate woman as she tries to dodge the storm. She escapes briefly into the first beautiful day of this spring, and then BAM! Lightning strikes in the form of water dripping down the side of the house while the dishwasher is running. Like that’s not going to be a huge problem.

It’s possible I’ve even infected other members of my family. How else to explain my seventh-grade daughter’s Improv group’s first Theatresports competition? Her school has had two practices, compared with the other ten teams that have run year-long. In the first round, her team went second, so she didn’t have any time to get a sense of the action. In the third round, her team went first — in a game that they didn’t even know. Now that’s real improv. My daughter actually did pretty well in that scene, taking control and committing to the role. But come on — ten teams, three rounds, and her team goes second and first in two of them? Am I wearing some kind of metaphysical “kick me” sign?

But then there are moments when your white cat rolls around in the dust on the sidewalk — except this particular dust happens to be chalk dust...


And all seems right with the world, however briefly.

I’m not in the mood for a Nonfiction Monday posting today. It seems I’ve got some plumbing issues to address. But I’ll point you to host Mommy’s Favorite Children’s Books for some great books of the nonfiction kind.

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Why aren’t there picture books set in Las Vegas? I mean, New York toddlers have tons to choose from about their city. I think it’s time for a Vegas Baby or Baby Needs a New Pair of Shoes. (Hey, that is actually is a book.) With those huge, fanciful buildings, Vegas makes a great book setting. The porn cards on the sidewalks don’t need to be featured.

Yeah, I have Vegas on the mind after coming back from my trip. We had a fantastic time. But I’m having trouble with my short-version recap. I’ve done the full story — with photos — that you tell to people who care or who have to pretend to care. I’ve got that down. The mini-response, of course, is any near synonym of great. But then there is the difficult short version, for people who ask you when they have two minutes to spare, and you say, “It was great/fantastic/wild/surreal. We went/saw/did/stayed/learned/found ______, _____, and _______.”

I don’t know what to use for the blanks. So here are some highlights of our trip, and perhaps you can vote in the comments for your favorite three.

1. We stayed at the five-star Bellagio hotel for $109 a night, so this recession thing may be real.
   
2. We went to and lost money in pretty much every fancy casino on the Strip. (But not a lot of money.)
   
3. We learned that the places look much closer together on the map, and I have the blisters to prove it.
   
4. We saw the dolphin and lion habitat at the Mirage, but the exhibit was greatly enhanced by being able to sit down.
   
5. I did play blackjack at three casinos, and ended $15 down at the really scuzzy one, which kinda figures.
   
6. We found that the Strip is to Downtown as Whitney Houston is to Britney Spears (before Whitney got druggie).
   
7. We went to a comedy club, a magic show, and Blue Man Group with discount tickets — not that it was easy.
   
8. I found that if you argue long enough with the timeshare people, they will call security.
   
9. We learned that if you try sometimes, you just might find that you get what you need — and a comped lunch.
   
10. We did take the red-eye back, were delayed in NYC, and I went to work two hours after we landed.

Vote for your favorite three and that will be my new short-version Vegas story. It’s all in your hands now.

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So this weekend my husband was shooting the new Tohubohu Productions film, “Number One With a Bullet,” with a fantastic team of actors and crew. For me this meant that I could finally get rid of the garbage-bag-wrapped pillows/blankets/basketballs that were — for want of a better word — living in my family room. As props they were unceremoniously stuffed into a friend’s car to make their movie

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I’ve considered it a personal challenge to stretch the meaning of Poetry Friday by featuring T-shirts, song lyrics, and even spam. Certainly not out of disrespect to poetry or the collaborative effort of Poetry Friday, but more as a way to push the limits of our own understanding. Well, that and my own admitted laziness. So, now Nonfiction Monday meets my warped mind. I offer some true-to-life,

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So, my daughter’s fever turned into a nasty cold. An odd turn of illness in my book, but now I hear the same thing is going around. (“Oh, the one-day fever with the cough and sniffles! My husband had that!”) I love how we moms categorize these different illnesses and then spread the message far and wide, so that the next unsuspecting mom will have a clue. My girl felt decent over the weekend —

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What I'm into right now: Reading The New Kings of Nonfiction, ed. Ira Glass Pretty much anything that has Ira Glass associated with it has my vote. He's my super-crush: nerdy intellectual man with great taste in music and a knack for telling stories. I'm normally not a huge non-fiction reader, but hooked by the narratives they give us on This American Life, and these essays have a similar

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I just thought this was kind of cool: I am watching Pushing Daisies right now as I write this. Some of the characters started talking about a "birdhouse in your soul", and I'm hey, that totally sounds familiar. Hey it's a They Might Be Giants song! And I wanted to see if that's some phrase or literary allusion that I just didn't know about. So I went to Wikipedia. And at the bottom of the

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ABC photo I have a new favorite tv show: Pushing Daisies. I've been waiting all week (yes, 3 whole days!) to see it and I must say it doesn't disappoint. It's very much like Amelie--very stylized, bright and colorful, quirky, charming...and narrated. It's very sweet...besides, you know, all the people dying. The premise of the show is that Ned can bring back the dead with one touch. But

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Contrary to my recent viewing habits, my actual favorite tv show is History Detectives, and I only just realized that they've been airing new episodes all summer! :( I'm not exactly sure what it is that I find so enthralling, but I think it's the combination of the research, actually seeing them go into archives, reading the books, talking to people, and the fact that they are researching

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I've been extremely bad of late. I've been watching telly more than reading. It's bad. Hours and hours on end, whilst knitting or various crafts, or just plain couch potato-ing. Mostly I've been watching Doctor Who, but I've been watching a lot of other British movies too: Shakespeare ReTold - these are modern day retellings of four plays...some are really well done, some are just so-so.

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Doctor who? Exactly yes: Doctor Who. I just finished watching all of the new Doctor Who episodes on DVD, and they are fantastic. The first few episodes of the first season with Christopher Eccleston are a little corny, but they get better and keep getting better. A great sense of humor, the special effects have gotten really good in the second season (the werewolf episode is brilliant!), and

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Met up with my sister after work today for some dinner and to borrow her sleeping bag. She was lamenting over what else to put in her Netflix queue as she is starting to run out of ideas, so I thought I'd put together a list of recommended videos that I've either seen before or would like to see myself. Keep in mind that some of these are eye candy movies, in other words, for girly girls. :)

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