The word "parent" is not just a noun. It's also a verb.
Short-listed for the World Illustration Awards, The Bear and the Little Green Thing is a soft spoken allegory of life’s truest, briefest and longest friendships–all encapsulated in one. Its gentle, dark, mysterious illustrations, together with it’s simple text, lead readers on an emotional journey through a friendship that was never really meant to last forever.
Written in simple rhyming verse, Black Boy, Black Boy serves the dual purpose of providing not only a wonderfully inspirational message of empowerment, but also adds many examples of of the rich contributions Black men have contributed to our society.
Obvious to adults reading the book, the learned lesson is that we all have strengths and weaknesses making up our own, unique, individuality–an important lesson to be learned at any age.
Author: Suzanne SladeIllustrator: Stephanie Fizer ColemanPublisher: Sleeping Bear PressAges: 4-8 It is very hard to thread the needle and write a well-balanced bedtime storybook that
The illustrations are, in a word, lovely. This is a great book to snuggle up with, and get lost in the meditative state conjured up by the pictures and words. Explore the rich world created by Ghigna and East with your child; then, drift off to sleep.
Always with a glossary of indigenous words at the end, Inhabit Media brings us a wonderful story about living in the Arctic and learning some of the skills necessary for survival there. In Ukpik Learns to Sew, we get a particularly detailed view on how to prepare, dry, use and sew Caribou skin, but in easily accessible dialogue paired with rich illustrations.
A Coretta Scott King Author Honor winner, The Talk deftly and warmly addresses a subject that is common for millions of families throughout the world. For those families where The Talk is not common, this window provides a peek into a subject that needs to be addressed early on.
Kids start the negative self-talk at a very early age–with or without parental assistance. They pick it up at school, at the playground, from other relatives, etc. Sometimes, it simply comes from comparing themselves to their peers and noticing that they are either not able to do something as well as somebody else, they do it more slowly, or they do it differently. As adults we know that different is not necessarily bad (at least I hope that we all know that); but, for a kid, that message is not always clear.
My house, my rules. At one point or another may of us have either heard or said (or both) these infamous words. It’s not surprising. We all can have very particular ways of how we like our things arranged and/or treated. Do you remember, however, what it was like when you were a kid and you had to follow a set of rules you did not come up with?