my recent look at my friend Sarah Maizes children’s book led to some comment about how some go on and on. Beatrice wrote that Harold and his purple crayon need to wrap it up. In another sign I might be blogged out of original perspectives on motherhood I found this video where I covered this when Vivien was TINY, not even 3 I think.
When my daughter Vivien was about a year, she really loved The Chicken Sisters. I had to read it all the time. One day I hid it. It was gone for weeks and I was relieved, but her sitter found it and put it out again. But, like a relationship that has weathered a fight, I fell in love with The Chicken Sisters anew. This is my tale of a grown woman reading rudimentary literature.