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I’ve been waiting for a very long time to share this little gem with the world. It is my very favorite of all my favorites. I know you’re not supposed to have a favorite, but this one is a favorite.
I want it in your hands and in the teacher across the hall’s hands and in principals’, coaches’, paraprofessionals’, counselors’, administrators’ hands. If someone is in contact with a kid, I want them to read this book.
Sure, it’s about teaching writers because that’s what I do…but it’s so much more. It’s really about the power of an adult to help a child rewrite the way the story they are living can go. It’s about understanding the way trauma changes brains and how brains can heal when needs are met. It’s about my journey as a momma to kids from foster care. It’s about my journey as a teacher and learning to love those who are hardest to love.
It’s a call to action. We need more adults turning darkness to light. This little book does just that.
It’s a professional book, but it’s also a memoir and a persuasive essay and some parts even dance a little like poetry. It’s skinny and only takes a few hours to read.
You’ll shake your head.
You’ll want to do something different.
(You might want to have a tissue or two handy.)
This is the best I have to offer the world.
I want to just give it away, but apparently publishers frown on this.
So I collected bits of it — the intro and a chapter or two from each of the three parts — and put it together in a little PDF. I’d love if you’d like to read the preview.
I imagine you snuggled in with my words and a mug of something warm. You can imagine me as I wrote it. Typically I’m under a quilt and it is black outside. In the wee morning hours, there’s a cup of sweet coffee steaming next to me and when it’s past bedtime, there’s ice water on the bedside table.
I wrote it in the thick of the mess of life. I wrote it when things were too hard. I wrote it when I didn’t have time…
Because this story matters…
Because we have the power to heal children from hard places…
Because educators might be the last hope for healing…
Because we can turn darkness to light.
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