Showing posts with label Barbara Kingsolver. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barbara Kingsolver. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Favorite Authors


A few days ago while Eli was laying low I got the idea to do some writing together.   I bought a new book called Rip the Page by Karen Benke.  We looked at some of the prompts but then I remembered Emily writing to one of her favorite authors and he was intrigued with that idea.  So we just sat right down and wrote a letter.  I wrote to Barbara Kingsolver and he wrote to Gary Paulson.  I could have written to a lot of different authors but I've read a lot of her lately.   Eli is reading Hatchet in school.

We wrote them, sealed them and sent them off.  Well, first Eli had to drip some wax on the back to make sure the letter was sealed.  I had told him about those things we used to have as kids where you melt the crayon-like stuff and actually put something like your initial in it.  He was trying to emulate that but it kind of looked more like we let an old candle drip on it.  Anyway, we're not holding our breath waiting for a personal letter with maybe some writing tips, advice on how to get published, offer to visit if we are ever in their town, autographed copy of their book we really want to read which in my case is Animal, Vegetable, Miracle.  No we're not holding our breath but it was fun to write them.  

Monday, February 13, 2012

Weekend Away

This weekend we went on a small getaway up to the Sierra Foothills.  As we were walking on this path Eli stopped and noticed these little trees growing opposite of the large trees.  He stopped in his tracks, "Look at these baby trees.  They came from these trees (large ones on the other side of the path) and they are growing here because people don;t walk on them."  His delight in this discovery made me think of an essay by Barbara Kingsolver.  I am reading her book of essays titled High Tide in Tucson.  This essay is called, "The Memory Place".  She is writing about exploring the country in Kentucky as a child.  Eli's gasp and stop in his tracks made me think of this part.  "I can't imagine that any discovery I ever make, in the rest of my life, will give me the same electric thrill I felt when I first found little righteous Jack in his crimson-curtained pulpit poking up from the base of a rotted log."
I love that.  That's what it's all about.