I began reading aloud a new chapter reading book, Little House in the Big Woods, by Laura Ingalls Wilder. In thirty minutes, I had read only four pages. Four! There was so much happening in the story, we had to stop and talk. That always means learning. And a captive audience.
Let me back up, as there is much to tell about yesterday…
The day before, we finished reading The Story of Doctor Dolittle. At the end of the book I closed it and said, “I don’t want the book to end.” This is what happened next:
Ella said, “Can we read it again and again and again?”
Me: ” I wish we could, Ella. Your Mom and Dad can read it to you again.”
Ella: “But I don’t have the book.”
Me: “The library has the book. Mom and Dad can get it at the library and read…
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On more than one occasion I have declared my love affair with the word ‘had’. When you use a word so many times it jumps off the page, you have a problem. It doesn’t matter if the word is used correctly or not. You need to find another way to write the sentence without using ‘the word’. In my case that word is ‘had’.
I’m in the process of turning this pile of scribbled-upon paper into a book. In other words, I’m editing the first draft of my work in progress. (Well, okay, I’m actually working with a Word document, but it started out with pen on paper).
Why?



