Wednesday, October 31, 2012

All Hallow's Eve!

Photo courtesy of Stock.Xchng

Our Halloween traditions have changed a bit since I first blogged about them back in 2006. Obviously we have only one trick-or-treater left (though I still don my homeschooling mom costume for the big night) but there's still Holy Mass, talk of saints, All Soul's Day soon to come ... it's rich, isn't it, this Catholic culture of ours?

Have a happy, holy, hallowed (sorry, that's redundant) evening!

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I'll be talking this morning (October 31st, 7 a.m. central time) with Sean Herriott on Morning Air about the importance of reading to our children.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Bits and Pieces of Our Days (and Why I Wasn't Here for Poetry Friday)

On Poetry Friday, we opted for live theater over bloggy verse. We went to see a play based on The Borrowers (one of our Homeschool Book Club picks last year.) The production was at The Rose, which is a gorgeous old theater in Omaha:


I have to admit that I wasn't entirely convinced that they solved the problems inherent in trying to portray the size difference between Human Beans and Borrowers. But we all enjoyed the show, and I had fun talking nonstop with a great friend on the way to and from the show.

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How about a great TV show? Call the Midwife is perfect. Touching, richly detailed, beautiful. Atticus and I are watching together, and we both love it.

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A fun TV show? I watch Once Upon a Time with Anne-with-an-E and Betsy. Loving season two more than we did season one.

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Speaking of Anne-with-an-E, she recently turned 19. I'm in a bit of shock. She was 12 when I started this blog, so my stories about her have necessarily changed a bit. Here's a story that hadn't changed for four years, but finally changed today: her braces finally came off. Four years.  This girl is a trouper. A 19-year-old, fabulous trouper.

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I am reading I Capture the Castle. I am loving I Capture the Castle. I Capture the Castle has captured  me.  I enjoy saying, "I Capture the Castle." Possibly because I've always wanted to live in a castle. A quaint, crumbling, cavernous castle. With electricity, of course.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

The Winner of A Catholic Mother's Companion to Pregnancy is ...

... Diane.

I used a random number generator on the comments from this post, and #7 was the winner. Thanks to all who stopped by and entered.

Diane, please email me with your mailing address and I'll send you the book!

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

How to Raise Readers (Or Convince Yourself That's What You Did)

1. Buy that Jemima Puddleduck board book when your first child is just a couple of months old. Convince yourself that your brilliant baby actually indicated to you (yes, right there in Barnes and Noble! She did!) that she would love to own that book.


2. Read Jemima Puddleduck daily. Sigh over the illustrations. Snuggle your baby.

3. Read My Name is Big Bird (and all the other -- many, many, many -- My Name is... books) over and over and over again. Because you love your child, because you love the way she is smitten with Big Bird, and because you love reading. But mostly because you love your child. Resist the urge to say something inappropriate and sarcastic when she asks for this book nineteen times in a row before lights out.


(Don't sigh over the illustrations as you did with Jemima Puddleduck. But do sigh over the delicious cuddle-and-read time. It's sighable, and it goes too fast.) 

4. Cynthia Rylant, Jim Arnosky, Barbara Cooney, Allen Say, Josephine Nobisso, Tomie  de Paola, Barbara Helen Berger, Robert McCloskey, picture books about saints, Laura Numeroff,  poetry everywhere, Eric Carle, Mike Venezia....

Stacked in the living room. Strewn in the bedrooms. Piled in the kitchen. Rummaged through at the book store....

Ramona, at the bookstore when she was four years old.
5. Read aloud at breakfast. Read aloud at lunch. Talk about books at dinner.

6. Don't worry about when your child starts reading. An early reader will not necessarily become a better reader than a "late" bloomer. What's important is to keep the love of books alive, whether that happens through independent reading, read alouds, audio books,  or, even better, an ongoing combination of all those things.

7. Frances Hodgson Burnett, Louisa May Alcott, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Melissa Wiley, Beverly Cleary, C.S. Lewis, Maud Hart Lovelace, L.M. Montgomery, E.B. White, Eleanor Estes, Edward Eager, J.K. Rowling, American Girl books, Jean Craighead George, Peg Kehret, Rick Riordan, Brian Jacques, Hilda van Stockum, Jean Fritz, Jeanne Birdsall, Andrew Clements ....


8.  Go to the library. Make it a regular habit. Show your children how to use everything: the card catalog, the helpfulness of the librarians, the amazing fun of the self-checkout, the way the stacks are so perfectly constructed and suited to plopping down on the floor to peruse a book together until you ultimately decide, "Yes! Let's check this one out, too!" Teach them to bring their backpacks with them. You'll never check out just one.

9. Don't be the mom in the library who can be overheard saying things such as, "No! Put that back! You read that one last week -- get something new!" or, "Stop it! That one's too easy for you! Get something more challenging, why don'tcha?" Please don't say these things. There's nothing wrong with rereading a book, whether it's a classic or brain candy. Can you ever gaze too many times on a Caravaggio? Have you sworn off popcorn since you already enjoyed it once? Do you ever say, "Stop it! You've looked at that priceless painting before! Move on!" or, "Isn't that popcorn too easy to eat? Why don't you tackle something with some culinary layers?" Nope. Don't do it.



10. Remember this very important rule: no one is ever too old for picture books. Picture books are an art form. The best of them are beautiful and complex while appearing to be simple and simply inviting. Cultivate consumption of them. It's a great habit to acquire.

11. Jane Austen, Harper Lee, Madeleine L'Engle, Ray Bradbury, Flannery O'Connor, Suzanne Collins, Mark Twain, Charles Dickens, poetry everywhere, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Willa Cather, C.S. Lewis, George MacDonald, Shakespeare. Stack them, strew them, pile them, rummage through them. Read them, share them, talk about them.


12. Don't turn books into idols, but do teach your children that books -- the written word, human communication, hearts and souls and minds poured out and preserved on paper -- are vital. They are our story, our history, our future. Books help us sift through who we are, why we are, what we are, and where we want to go.

13. If you do all these things, you will quite possibly raise readers. We did these things, and we have three daughters who love books.

On the other hand, it's quite possible that all the things we did had nothing to do with raising readers. It might just be in the genes. Atticus and I may have ink in our veins, so it's conceivable that no matter what we did, even if we'd spent their lives saying things like, "Put that book down and come watch Gilligan's Island!", they would have wound up loving books. I know people who love books who haven't necessarily raised "readers." It happens, no matter how much some people strew and read and stack.

The truth is, we can't predict what our children will become or mold them into what we want them to be. They are unique souls; they aren't here to be grand reflections of what book lovers we are, or of anything that we are. But, that's another blog post.

Even if we can't guarantee that book-loving steps will lead to book-loving people, one thing we can be certain of is this: Jemima Puddleduck, generally speaking, leads to good things.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Guest Post: Sarah Reinhard's New Book, A Catholic Mother's Companion to Pregnancy (and win a Nook or a book!)


To celebrate the launch of her new book, A Catholic Mother's Companion to Pregnancy: Walking with Mary from Conception to Baptism, Sarah Reinhard invites all of us to spend her blog book tour praying the rosary together. Today, she shares this reflection on the Descent of the Holy Spirit:

I remember bowing my head, sitting before the Lord in the Blessed Sacrament during adoration, and asking God to make me an instrument. I didn’t really know what to pray or how to ask, but I had a strong desire to do his will, and I felt an urge, though I couldn’t put it to words. I wanted to chart and plan, but I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, so there was nothing to organize: there were no tasks or specifics.

All I could do was turn myself to Jesus. I always picture him sitting beside me with his arm around me when I’m at adoration. It’s an intimate image, one where we are close and almost cuddling. I imagine that I can curl up beside him the way I do with my husband, and, in that comfortable position, confide the deepest parts of my heart.

For many years, the Holy Spirit has been difficult for me to grasp. He’s without form, for one thing, so there’s not a tangible or visual element. Picturing a dove descending upon me has always seemed sort of alarming. Fire above my head? Well, I have a bad relationship with fire after one ravaged through my apartment building in college, so that’s not very comforting or inspiring.

It has taken me many years to understand the Holy Spirit in context of my Catholic faith, and it all started with that prayer during adoration. Jesus is a face, a human, someone I can approach. The Holy Spirit, though it has taken me longer to reach this understanding, is also a person, but he’s a different kind of person—just as my children are vastly different (and yet eerily similar). So I have come to appreciate the third person of the Trinity in his own right.

The Holy Spirit was sent for each of us, to help us and guide us. He’s like GPS, but with the volume turned way down. He will take us all the way to heaven, but we have to clear the clutter and clamor so that we can hear his still, small voice.

Mary is always leading us closer to her son, and she does it with the help of the Holy Spirit. She’s the spouse of the Holy Spirit, which is a concept that helps me relate to the Holy Spirit. I understand spouses from my own experience with marriage. In fact, picturing the Holy Spirit as a tall, dark, protective guy like my husband, one who will gently carry me or fight through the difficulties to get to me, is far more helpful than the dove or fire images.

As we pray this decade of the rosary, let's hold all those brave women who have said yes to difficult and challenging motherhood in our intentions in a special way. Don't forget, too, that we are praying for an increase in all respect life intentions as part of our rosary together this month. (If you’re not familiar with how to pray the rosary, you can find great resources at Rosary Army.*)

Our Father . . . 
10 - Hail Mary . . .
Glory Be . . . 
O My Jesus . . . 

You can find a complete listing of the tour stops over at Snoring Scholar. Be sure to enter to win a Nook (and any number of other goodies) each day of the tour over at Ave Maria Press.

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*Karen here again ... another great resource for learning about the Rosary is The Rosary: Keeping Company With Jesus and Mary.

Be sure to visit the Wonderful Sarah at the above links and enter her giveaway. I think you'll agree she's wonderful -- she's my friend, my blogging colleague, my fellow coffee fiend drinker, and a wonderful writer. Wonderful things abound around Sarah. Go see for yourself.

Also, to celebrate the Wonderful Sarah's beautiful new book (which I'll be ordering at least three copies of, by the way - one for each of my daughters, for someday....), I'll give away a copy, too! Just leave a comment here, on this post, and I'll pick a random winner on Saturday, October 27th.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Poetry Friday


Yeah, I feel this way some days. Do you?

Understudy 
by Beverly Rollwagen

She just wants an understudy, a body
double for the days when she does
not feel like appearing in any of the roles
she has assumed and/or been assigned.
 ....

(Read the rest, just a few lines, here, at The Writer's Almanac.)

*****

Irene Latham has the round up this week at Live Your Poem.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Bits and Pieces of Our Days (The Spider Edition)

If you don't like spiders, you might want to skip this first bit.

Last night, Ramona was playing outside when something abruptly drove her indoors. Something along the lines of, "Mo-o-o-m! You have to see this spider! It's the biggest spider I've e-e-e-ever seen!" I went out to see this big, huge spider, thinking, "Uh-huh, yeah, sure ... it's probably as big as my thumbnail," and then I got outside. Sure enough, there was a spider on the back porch the size of my cat, and it had captured a small child:


Okay, no. Not really. It wasn't quite that hefty, and it did not have anything, not even an Ariel Barbie, pinned under any of its eight hairy legs. What it did have was the aforementioned gigantitude:

I wish I had a better camera, but a clearer picture might just disgust you.

I have seen this kind of spider before. The last time I saw one it was at least twenty feet away from the house and I saw no need to relay to my daughters the fact that prehistoric, horror-movie-creatures that might inspire one to sputter, "Them! THEM!" lived in our yard.

Anyway, homeschooling mom that I am, I swooped in to transform this Moment of Yuck into something I could record in a journal and call "school." We Googled.  We discovered we had been shuddering at looking at a wolf spider, we think. We did what any homeschooling mother and her daughters would do after research -- we called Atticus. Now, listen -- I'm no wimp when it comes to this stuff. I have had showdowns with mice. I have shooed a bat out of my house. A bat. I have dealt with a 50-lb. dog throwing up at my feet twenty minutes after she finished a lovely bowl of very doggish-smelling kibble. I'm not overly squeamish. But, yeah, I called Atticus. He swept the thing off the porch (can we call a good, hard smash "sweeping"? Yeah, we will...) but then I got kind of curious about why the back end of the spider was so lumpy-looking.

Now, if you're squeamish about spiders, you may not even want to be reading this post, but definitely do not click on this link, as it is about the way in which wolf spiders carry their babies on their backs. And it has pictures. With cameras better than my camera. Yup. The lumpiness was a whole bunch of babies.

"Well," I announced, "I guess we had our biology lesson for the day, eh?"

"Umm, yeah, well, I already had a biology lesson at school," said Anne-with-an-e, "and it was about photosynthesis. I'll take my lesson any day, thank you."

And now that I have so generously shared with you the horror that is the wolf spider, I feel all itchy and icky and I don't think I can do any more bits and pieces. I have to get up and go shake off the imaginary arachnids that are invading my psyche and my arms inside this sweater and the top of my head.

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So I shall leave you with a bit and a piece endlessly more pleasant than spiders -- books. Here are two that I read in the last few days, at the request of my daughters: 


Meet the Austins, by Madeleine L'Engle (one of Betsy's favorites)



Mitch and Amy, by Beverly Cleary (at the request of Ramona)

L'Engle and Cleary are two of my favorite writers, women who know children, love children, understand children. Delightful reads. Almost enough to make forget about wolf spiders.

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Almost.

Monday, October 15, 2012

St. Teresa of Avila!

A few of my favorite quotes from her:


"Oh my Lord! How true it is that whoever works for you is paid in troubles! And what a precious price to those who love you if we understand its value."

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Spoken to God during a trial: "If this is how you treat your friends, it is not surprising that You have so few of them."

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"God, deliver me from sullen saints."

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"Remember that you have only one soul; that you have only one death to die; that you have only one life ... If you do this, there will be many things about which you care nothing."

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Let nothing trouble you
Let nothing frighten you
Everything passes
God never changes
Patience obtains all
Whoever has God wants for nothing
God alone is enough

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"Do not dismayed daughters, at the number of things which you have to consider before setting out on this divine journey, which is the royal road to heaven. By taking this road we gain such precious treasures that it is no wonder if the cost seems to us a high one. The time will come when we shall realize that all we have paid has been nothing at all by comparison with the greatness of our prizes."

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Friday, October 12, 2012

Poetry Friday: October, by Robert Frost


This one speaks for itself, but I have to say that I love the way Frost captures the alternately creeping and wild qualities of autumn.

October
by Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.

(... read the rest here, at The Poetry Foundation.)


The round up today is at Teaching Young Writers.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Ramona, Little Women, and Masterly Inactivity



I am loving reading Little Women aloud to Ramona, and I was reminded of this post from six years ago, when I read the book to Anne and Betsy, then ages 12 and 10.

If you can manage some masterly inactivity this week, I wish you sweet daydreams.

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What would one think if one were to happen upon a scene such as this:

A girl is lying on a couch, doing nothing. It is evening, around sunset. She remains in the same spot for some time. Is she lazy? Or sullen? Has she no evening chores to do? No one to care for, nothing to accomplish that is more worthwhile than wasting an evening in slothful lounging?

Hmmm.

What would one think if one were, while reading, to happen upon a passage such as this:


Jo was alone in the twilight, lying on the old sofa, looking at the fire, and thinking. It was her favorite way of spending the hour of dusk; no one disturbed her, and she used to lie there on Beth's little red pillow, planning stories, dreaming dreams, or thinking tender thoughts of the sister who never seemed far away.
~~ Little Women

Charlotte Mason used a phrase of her time -- "masterly inactivity" -- to refer to the time that must be allowed children (or young adults, as Jo was in the above passage ... or old adults, ahem....) to simply be. To think, to ponder, to make connections between life, faith, literature, and sunsets.

How far we have wandered, in our "I'm so proud of how busy we are" world, from the idea that masterly inactivity is of intrinsic value. When we lose the time needed to think and ponder, we lose connections. We lose sunsets, and we forget that life cannot and should not always be managed, scheduled and controlled. We forget to dream dreams and before we know it, tender thoughts are forgotten, because we find we have been too rushed to allow ourselves the luxury of them.

If you can, plan to spend some unplanned time soon ... a quiet twilight, time on the couch, a fire, and tender thoughts.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

In this month of the Rosary




Just wanted to mention that Amazon has my Rosary book on its 4-for-3 promotion -- buy four copies of the book (or combine it with any of their other three 4-for-3 books) and get four for the price of three.









And, here's a lovely quote about the Rosary from Through the Year With Mary
 
"The Rosary taught Bernadette everything …
The Rosary was her dictionary, her spelling book,
naming and explaining the mysteries of God’s kingdom;
it was a map guiding her to the heart of  God’s love for humanity."
 
~~ Fr. John Lochran, The Miracle of Lourdes

Sunday, October 07, 2012

Our Prairie Thief Luncheon (and a book review)


So, my fab friend Danae organized a great little homeschool book club last year. It's a low maintenance thing, just a few books a year. Last year we read Trumpet of the Swan, Charlotte's Web, and The Borrowers. This year, we kicked off the year with Melissa Wiley's The Prairie Thief. 

The book: 

Louisa Brody is convinced her pa can't be guilty of stealing from the Smirch family whose accusations have landed her pa in jail in a Colorado prairie town. While Pa awaits trial, Louisa has been sent to live with those horrible Smirches, and she and her new friend Jessamine must unravel the story behind the stolen goods before it's too late for Pa.

Now, before I go any further, you know how I hate spoilers.

So that is all I'm going to tell you about the plot.

What I will tell you about the book is that it's a bewitching blend of literary comfort food and spice. There is the familiar, cozy feeling that we've settled in with Lissa's historical fiction (you know how much we love Martha and Charlotte) and that we get to spend time with the realistic and sweetly brave heroines she conjures. But this book is unique, with its own surprises, not a rerun of anything-Little-House. The writing is lively and magical, and refreshingly wholesome for the intended age group (middle grade.) At the same time, The Prairie Thief deftly but subtly explores for the young reader the ethics of when to tell the truth, or the whole truth, or nothing but the truth. The tightly woven plot is a delight to unwind and the ending will leave your child hoping for a sequel. The book was loved by all in our club.

The food:

For our Prairie Thief book club lunch, we had:

Potato chowder
(I forgot to get a picture, so just imagine a bowl of delicious soup here.
And, naturally, our hostess covered her dining room ceiling with a tablecloth to prevent spiders from dropping from the dugout ceiling into our soup. )

Dried berry scones:

 a bucket of hazelnuts (Nutella on cinnamon swirl bread. 
And look! There's the soup!): 

Brownies: 

And .... (drumroll, please ...) horseradish tea: 
 
(I neglected to get a picture of the tea so I'm substituting this lovely vintage tea cup in an attempt to erase from my mind and olfactory system the rank smell of boiling horseradish.)


The final verdict? 

Well, I won't tell you how things turn out for Louisa and her pa, but I can tell you that our group adored The Prairie Thief and eagerly awaits Melissa Wiley's next book. (We hope you're busy writing it, Lissa. If not, we'll bribe you with scones, brownies, and spider-free soup. And next time we'll go with English Breakfast tea, eh?)

Friday, October 05, 2012

Poetry Friday: Carl Dennis


This isn't a long poem, and though I would never wish away copyright laws, I do wish I could just reproduce the whole thing here. But, copyright wisdom being what it is, I shan't, and I'll be ultimately happier for it.

But I will tell you that the poem is worth at least seventy-seven clicks over, for the whole thing, but especially for these three lines:

I hope she stays like this,
Her windows open on all sides to a breeze
Pungent with sea spray or meadow pollen.

So, read my teaser  below, or click over right now to read the whole poem at The Writer's Almanac.)

At Becky's Piano Recital
by Carl Dennis

She screws her face up as she nears the hard parts,
Then beams with relief as she makes it through,
Just as she did listening on the edge of her chair
To the children who played before her,
Wincing and smiling for them
As if she doesn't regard them as competitors....

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(Go. Click. Now.)

Laura Purdie Salas has the round up this week.

Thursday, October 04, 2012

Ramona the Hobbit


Ramona: Mommy, I want lunch.

Me: What was that you just ate?

Ramona: That was pre-lunch. Now I want the real lunch.

Tuesday, October 02, 2012

Happy-Making

~ A picture book about Julia Child.

~ This chocolate syrup recipe from Alton Brown

~ Finishing The Prairie Thief with Ramona (review to come soon.) Looking forward to the book club meeting and the prairie-themed, thief-themed, brownie-themed, horseradish tea-themed luncheon that will accompany the discussion. Loving the way Melissa Wiley's writing inspires Ramona's creative writing.

~ Tumblr page sent to me by a friend: Murmuring Cottage. (I hide in the cottage whenever I need a respite in my day.)

~ And this one, found through Murmuring Cottage: Caught In Another World.

~ Reading Little Women to Ramona. Receiving a note from her that says:

Dear Mrs. March, 
You have been randomly selected out of 10 to write an article for The Gazette. 
Sincerely, Beth March

~ Hearing the tapping and whirring of our old electric typewriter as my Beth March pounds out edition after edition of her Gazette.

~ Autumn brilliance.

~ Reading Quinn Cummings' book, The Year of Learning Dangerously. (Amazon review here.)

~ Art class this month. The sweet and wonderful Magical Mrs. M. made Ramona our artist of the month, displaying her artwork and sharing one of Ramona's ideas with the group.

~ Showing this to my daughters today (because their Aunt Kathy and I played Mystery Date....):




Monday, October 01, 2012

Homeschooling High School: Writing and Composition

Writing with teens?

The single best piece of advice I have to offer is this:

Start a writing group.

(A friend of mine who runs a homeschool learning center started some teen writing groups and I stole his idea.)

When Anne was a sophomore, and Betsy was in eighth grade, we started a weekly group. Simple premise: four teen girls, a piece of writing from each of them every week, to be read aloud to the group.

The rules for our no-pressure group were:

1. The girls could bring any kind of prose they wanted to share -- a short story, part of a novel in progress, an essay written for a school assignment, a report, a book review ... anything. It could be a first draft or something they'd polished.

2. After each reading, the first reaction from the listeners had to be a positive, encouraging comment -- what they especially liked about the piece, a favorite description, an intriguing character or plot development, etc.  Then we could move on to other, more detailed constructive criticism and ask questions, share ideas, etc.

3. When we were finished with all the reading and discussion (and generally a lot of laughter and fun), the girls headed off for some free time and lunch while I re-read the papers more closely and offered editing and ideas via my trusty red pen.

4. The last rule: Don't Be Afraid of the Red Pen. Early on, I assured the girls that my red pen was their friend. (The single most important thing for young writers to understand is that rough drafts are called "rough" for a reason.) I didn't want my comments, corrections, or suggestions to discourage them. I stressed that edits do not mean, "Wow, you're a very bad writer -- oh, my, look at the many marks I had to make!" No -- I wanted them to understand that the better the writing, the more they would see my red pen (because as their writing improved they gave me more to work with.) If I taught them only one thing about writing, I wanted them to know that all the real work comes in revision. Anyone can write something; a real writer revises. And revises and revises again. I told them that I became a real writer the day I realized that a great editor was my friend.

Our writing group became the highlight of everyone's week. The girls shared silly stories, serious work,  novels (completed and abandoned), essays, history reports, and stories that were composed entirely of the inside jokes of this quartet. Some weeks we (sometimes me, sometimes one of the girls) shared a writing prompt and the girls all wrote on that prompt for the next meeting. Sometimes we went out for hot chocolate and pastries. (Writers do need their sustenance.)

The greatest benefit that a writing group offers for teens is simply this: it keeps them writing. If they write regularly, they will become better writers.

And the pastries are a lovely fringe benefit.

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