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When love and skill work together, expect a miracle. John Ruskin




Showing posts with label Mothers-Fiction. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 13, 2021

For Daughters. For Mothers.

The relationships between mothers and their children can be complicated.  The older you get, the more often you will do or say something and think "I've become my mother."  Sometimes, it is those little things which nearly drive you crazy, that you find yourself now doing.  Other times, their daily feats, you realize, are as close to superhero as mere mortals can get.  Or in the category of prophecy, those things they wished for you are a realty.  

In a word, mothers are a miracle.  They are your biggest and most constant cheerleaders.  Dreams for a Daughter (Atheneum Books For Young Readers, March 9, 2021) written by Carole Boston Weatherford with illustrations by Brian Pinkney are tender, but fierce commitments of an African American mother to her African American daughter. 

As I cradle you, look in your eyes,
the ancestors peer back at me.
Your gaze says softly,
I want to know everything.

I Promise to show you all that I can.  

So begins an enduring interlude between a mother and her daughter.  She sends out a prayer for her joyful embrace of life to continue and endure.  She watches as the love of her heart toddles away, happy in her ability to move on her own toward an unknown goal.

A first bike ride without training wheels is a jubilant celebration for both mother and daughter; one brave enough to go and the other brave enough to let her go.  A desire to know and understand is a trait to be valued and encouraged.  Going to school for the first time is a step toward expanding knowing and understanding.  Books champion needed narratives.

Shouts of encouragement will ring across any chosen playing field from this mother for her daughter.  May this child always be free to express and use talents, natural or earned.  Like the voices of mothers for generations, this mother wants more for her daughter than for those who came before her.

Though you are small in stature, your voice can speak volumes.  Trust in your instincts and turn away when necessary, to avoid danger.  In her final words to her beloved, the mother reminds her daughter of her constant presence, even if miles separate them.


The words written here by Carole Boston Weatherford lift up every reader's heart, but especially the hearts of those for whom they are written.  Whether read softly to oneself or aloud to an empty room or to a group, these words sing like hot chocolate warmth.  Each of the fourteen assurances builds on the other fashioning an unbreakable lifeline from mother to child.

Four times the mother makes observations about her daughter followed by the word I.  After I, we read what this mother will do for her daughter.  This technique is reversed for the next four sections.  For the final six portions, a blend is used by this wordsmith.  Here is a single beautiful passage.

When you learn to read,
you follow my finger and mouth each word.
I stroke your curly crown.

Books will carry you far
as you author your own story.


Sunshine and lightness radiate from the matching and open dust jacket and book case as complementary colors create patterns, flowing lines, and great affection.  When you look at the front, right, the bond between the mother and daughter is strong and true.  You can see it in their eyes and the way they hold each other.  On the dust jacket, the title text is in a pink foil hue and raised to the touch.

To the left of the spine, on the back, we are gifted with a peek at an image nearly identical to an interior illustration.  A sun, large and low to the horizon, with a compassionate gaze and slight smile, looks at the daughter.  She is a younger version of herself, standing on a hill, ready to face the world fortified by her mother's words.  Shades of yellow, orange, turquoise, and purple swirl and take shape.

On the opening and closing endpapers is a dusty lavender.  A smiling face of a daughter is framed in a starburst on the title page.  These illustrations 

rendered in watercolor, gouache, and India ink on Strathmore watercolor paper

place highly animated mothers and daughters within Brian Pinkney's remarkable brushes of color, alive with motion and emotion.  

Each portrait of a mother and their daughter is their love captured in a particular place and time.  As our eyes move from left to right across these double-page pictures, we might see a single moment as it happens or the depiction of a moment yet to be.  Some are more intimate than others, bringing us close to the duo and others present a more wide-angle perspective.

One of my many favorite illustrations features a mother and daughter on a picnic.  For this visual greens and yellows are the predominant colors.  Close to readers is the mother, mostly to the left of the gutter, seated on the blanket, her back to us.  A basket and drinking glass are on either side of her.  With her hands on her hips, she watches her darling daughter take first strong steps on her own, off on an adventure.  The child's arms are outstretched for balance.  She is in yellow but wears a pair of orange plaid overalls.  This is perfectly precious.


You will never tire of rereading this superb blend of loving language and charming, profound images found in Dreams for a Daughter by Carole Boston Weatherford with illustrations by Brian Pinkney.  This book speaks directly to African American mothers and their daughters but will find an audience with all mothers and their daughters.  I highly recommend you find a place for this title on your personal and professional bookshelves.

To learn more about Carol Boston Weatherford and Brian Pinkney and their other work, please visit their respective websites by following the link attached to their names.  Carol Boston Weatherford has accounts on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.  Brian Pinkney has an account on Instagram.  At the publisher's website you can view interior images.  



Not everyone can agree on their origin, but most can agree the "yo' mama" jokes have been spoken for decades, if not centuries.  As soon as everyone reads Your Mama (Versify, an imprint of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, April 6, 2021) written by NoNieqa Ramos with illustrations by Jacqueline Alcantara, they will quickly discover these fiery, shout-out-loud words and vibrant, colorful images are a tribute to mothers for everything they are.  They stand large in our lives, knitting all threads together to form a thing of love we wear with us wherever we go.

YOUR MAMA SO SWEET,
SHE COULD BE A BAKERY,
all frosting, powdered sugar, and pastries.

Leaves love notes in your almuerzo, homemade.
She's the cinnamon to your tembleque,
the tres leches to your cake.

Each of the ten bannered accolades bring readers into an exuberant scene of multiple sides of motherhood.  Her physical strength in the face of adversity is nearly legendary, but her style in clothing and accessories has heads turning in admiration.  When she could scold, she applauds your ingenuity.

There are times, though, when your mama thinks she might be losing her mind.  Is there such a thing as quiet time alone?  When it comes to learning, this mother gets an A++ and the library is her second home.  If you need answers, she finds them.

This has you wondering how she knows so much, even what you might be thinking.  She gets you better than anyone else.  Her sense of humor is off the charts, entertaining everyone in her company.  You will see her marching for justice and voicing her concerns with her votes.  

Wealth for this mother is not found in banks or possessions.  She is rich with connections in her neighborhood.  Familia is her greatest treasure; you are the largest gem in her world.  What should you do for your mama?  You move to her rhythm, an inseparable duo, cloaked in love.


It's a given readers and listeners alike will be unable to sit still reading the enchanting words penned by NoNieqa Ramos.  Her blend of Spanish and English supply us with a symphony of rhythm.  Each rhyming portion invites us to read it aloud.  We want to join this mother and this daughter in the daily jubilee of their lives.  There is an interlude, a pause of words, between bannered accolades, but the beat is still sweet.  Here is a portion of a cadenced passage.

YOUR MAMA
DRESS SO FINE,
she could have her own clothing line.

The way she walks into a room---
SHUU!---
she's an ad for
fancy perfume.

The splash of flowers, leaves and vines on the wash of denim blue, left to right, on the open and matching dust jacket and book case, opens your mind and heart to the joy waiting for you inside this book.  Look at the mother and her daughter on the front, right.  Their unbridled expression of dance is contagious.  The birds holding the banner is your introduction to the use of banners throughout the book.  It is an announcement.

The opening and closing endpapers glow in golden yellow.  On the title page two hearts rimmed in gold, flowers, and several elements from interior illustrations make a collage on which the mother and daughter are placed.  With a page turn we are drawn into the narrative by the first banner of many woven around a single item or group of items.  For example, the first banner loops around a spectacular many layered cake.  Strawberries, flowers, a spatula, a jar of cinnamon sticks, a whisk, a bag of spilled flour, and a slice of cake present a marvelous array.  Opposite this is the mother and daughter engaged in an activity.

These images rendered

using markers, pastels, Procreate, and Adobe Photoshop

by Jacqueline Alcantara nearly jump off the pages.  Most of them span two pages with the exception of several full-page pictures, and two smaller illustrations on a single page.  The illustrations flow, page turn to page turn, but you could take any one and frame it for the moments it expresses.

The facial features and body postures of the mother and daughter burst with life.  Each time you look at a picture, you will discover a new detail.  Careful readers will see insertions of humor such as the cat lifting its paw over the spinning record on the turntable.

One of my many favorite illustrations is for YOUR MAMA SO STRONG.  It references her strength to that of a marine.  It mentions her carrying groceries up flights of stairs and carrying you on her back to the emergency room when you are both sick.  On the left, a large anchor is wrapped in the banner with a night cityscape in the background.  Climbing up the top of the anchor is the child with the mother in front of her, laden with bags.  On the right, a hospital building looms large.  Coming from the lighted entrance in winter is the mother carrying her child.  Both are wearing winter clothing.  The mother has on her black boots covered in red roses.  The little girl grasps her favorite stuffed toy bunny.


You will be ready to read this book again as soon as you finish it.  The fabulous mix of words and artwork found in Your Mama written by NoNieqa Ramos with illustrations by Jacqueline Alcantara invites, no begs, you to read it repeatedly because this book is bliss.  Be ready to hear a chorus of read it again!  I know you will want a copy for both your personal and professional collections.

To discover more about both NoNieqa Ramos and Jacqueline Alcantara and their other work, please visit their respective websites by following the link attached to their names.  NoNieqa Ramos has accounts on Instagram and Twitter.  Jacqueline Alcantara has accounts on Behance, Instagram, SoundCloud, and Twitter.  The cover reveal was showcased at Latinxs in Kid Lit.  At the publisher's website is a book trailer hosted by Kwame Alexander.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

A Bullfrog Beginning

For task-oriented individuals nothing will dissuade them in their determination to reach a goal unless it is their demise.  Everything they think and do works toward the final outcome even when common sense and suggestions of others dictates a different direction.  They plan and re-plan adapting necessary steps.  The more personal the objective the harder they work.

When their goal is to gain the attention of a parent mostly absent from their life and when a deadline looms, their tenacity is fierce.  Gertie Leaps to Greatness (Farrar Straus Giroux, October 4, 2016) written by debut novelist Kate Beasley with illustrations by Jillian Tamaki is a roller-coaster trip whose ups and downs and twists and turns will have you holding on to your heart.  When it's over, you can't wait to do it again.

The bullfrog was only half dead, which was perfect.

Gertie Reece Foy has a mission and Gertie is known far and wide for never, ever giving up.  When she arrives at school tomorrow carrying the resuscitated frog in a box, she knows her summer story will top all others.  She knows she will be on her way to being

the greatest fifth grader in the whole school, world and universe!

What she and her best friends, nervous Junior Parks and smart-as-a-whip Jean Zeller, do not expect is the new girl, Mary Sue Spivey.  As soon as they meet, with Mary Sue claiming the seat already occupied by Gertie, the entire school year spread before Gertie looks a little less bright and a whole lot more challenging. She simply has to be the best; otherwise how can she go to Rachel Collins' home and declare her greatness.  Otherwise how can she stand tall, brimming with pride, before the mother who left her and Gertie's dad when Gertie was only a baby.

It seems as though Mary Sue is very well educated, even naming a capital faster than Jean who is the brightest girl in the school.  Well, Gertie decides to study every single textbook she has to accomplish her mission but Junior is not sure Jean is keen on this idea. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

By the time the leaves are off the trees, Gertie is no closer to her goal and Mary Sue is assuredly the most popular and best-at-everything girl in the classroom.  Maybe, as Junior suggests, Gertie can shine on Career Day.  Her daddy, Frank Foy, is tall, handsome and works on one of the oil rigs, home for two weeks and away for two weeks.  Even though he can't attend like the other parents, Gertie is sure she can make his occupation shine above all the others.  Mary Sue Spivey's mom is a lobbyist working for the removal of oil rigs.  Can it get any worse?  Yes, it can.

A math test, an invitation, and a stellar bit of acting by a clever, conniving individual lead to disaster for Gertie.  She becomes the object of fickleness and bullying.  An information gathering operation backfires, a protest goes wild and Gertie's life gets more and more complicated.  When junk food, fruits, vegetables and chocolates figure heavily in her next obstacle, Gertie jumps right in repeatedly, regardless of the consequences.  Her great-aunt Rae, a steady parental figure, Junior and young Audrey, who stays with Aunt Rae and Gertie each day until her parents finish working, are constant supporters of Gertie, allowing her to make a leap....like a bull frog.


"Oh my Lord!" is one of Gertie's favorite exclamations.  It will frequently come to mind as you step into this slice of a ten-year-old's life.  Kate Beasley's use of language in first person musings and conversations laden with characters' true qualities will pull you into Gertie's world on the first page and won't let go even after the final sentence is read.  The down-to-earth and sincere philosophies and logic of Aunt Rae, Audrey, Junior, Gertie's dad and Gertie will inspire and lift you up.

The other characters, Mary Sue Spivey, Jean Zeller, Rachel Collins, Ms. Simms, Gertie's teacher, Mrs. Spivey, the Spivey housekeeper, Junior's mother, Mrs. Stebbins, the art, music and drama teacher, the school bus driver and an assortment of classmates all play pertinent parts creating those ups and downs and twists and turns as only people created by Kate Beasley can.  We won't always know why they act or say as they do but we certainly feel their impact; as real and emotional as if it is happening to us.  Beasley's people walk right off the page into our presence.  Here are some sample passages.

She pointed her toothbrush at her reflection.  "This is your moment," she said and she wiped away her toothpaste beard.
In her bedroom, she put on shorts, her favorite blue T-shirt, and the twenty-five-percent-off sandals Aunt Rae had bought her.  Then she fastened a gold locket around her neck. Gertie dropped the locket down the front of her shirt and picked up the shoe box, enjoying the weight it had to it.  Nothing, she decided, was as comforting as the weight of a nice, healthy bullfrog.
When Gertie marched into the kitchen, Aunt Rae held out a package of Twinkies, and Gertie snatched it out of the air with her free hand.  She stepped through the screen door, then stopped and tilted her head, waiting.
"Give 'em hell, baby" called Aunt Rae.
Gertie tapped the Twinkies to her brow in a salute and let the door bang shut behind her.

"Gertie Reece, what are you doing in there?" Her father knocked on the door.
Gertie's head fell against her book.
"Aunt Rae wants to talk to you," he said.
Technically, Aunt Rae was Frank Foy's aunt, but Gertie always thought it sounded strange when her father said "Aunt Rae."  Old people weren't supposed to have aunts. Old people didn't need aunts.
"Why'd you let Audrey have that remote?" Aunt Rae called.  "I'm coming in."
"Aunt Rae!"  Gertie jumped up so that she was standing on her bed.  "You're invading my personal space!"
Aunt Rae flapped her hand in a shushing gesture.  "What are you up to?"  She toed some of the comic books out of the way.
"Albert Einstein didn't have these kinds of interruptions!" Gertie protested.

If Mary Sue Spivey thought you were stuck-up, you must have your nose so far in the air that you could smell angel farts.


Spot illustrations in the narrative drawn by Caldecott Honor winner Jillian Tamaki accentuate truly pivotal moments.  We are privy to her interpretations of the summer highlight speech and the reveal of the zombie bullfrog, Gertie studying by flashlight, Junior's Mohawk haircut, and the taunting real estate sign, to name a few.  Her perspectives frame the emotional moment.


Gertie's Leap to Greatness written by Kate Beasley with illustrations by Jillian Tamaki will consume you with this girl's zest for life and living it on her terms, amid the love and support of family and friends.  Her never-give-up attitude takes us from one believable and unbelievable episode to another.  We can't help but cheer long and loud for her each time we read this title.

To learn more about Kate Beasley please visit her website by following the link embedded in her name. Scholastic's Ambassador of School Libraries, John Schumacher hosted Kate Beasley on his blog Watch. Connect. Read.  Epic educator and reading advocate Colby Sharp interviewed Kate Beasley on his blog, sharpread.  Kate Beasley and her journey as a debut author is the subject of Season 2 of The Yarn.  At the Nerdy Book Club Kate Beasley's editor Grace Elizabeth Kendall talks about this title.  In February of this year Publishers Weekly did an article about this debut book including interior illustrations.  Kate Beasley is interviewed at The Horn Book and Time for Kids.  At the publisher's website you can view interior pages and an excerpt.  There is a separate site designated for this specific book.  Kate Beasley is teacher librarian Matthew Winner's guest at All The Wonders, Episode 293.

Bloggers participating in the Gertie's Leap to Greatness blog tour were asked to call out the name of an individual who is great for themselves and others. There are many wonderful people I could name who go far above and beyond especially in the children's literature community. Like the parent who does not want to name a favorite I am going to name individuals, yes two, who came to mind immediately.

The first is my mother, a woman who dedicated her life to her mother, her husband, her two daughters and decades of students who came through the doors of her elementary school library.  Her library displays, storytelling and author all-day visits and epic evening events hosting such masters as Eric Carle, Tomie dePaola, Pat Hutchins and Jose Aruego were remarkable.  I honored her in a blog post here.

The second individual, for people closest to me, will be no surprise.  My dog Xena from the first day to her last day spent with me was lived with a joyful spirit.  She never, ever gave up.  Even hours before her heart took its final beat she got up from her bed, walked to the door waiting for me to carry her down the steps.  She nearly skipped across the snowy deck in bitter temperatures, taking a little leap to the up-hill lawn, walking steadily before she sat down and looked up at me.  For the life of me, it looked like she was smiling.

She was a frequent visitor to school storytimes in my library.  She recommended books and spoke to the students via videos.  Whenever we entered the building she would race down the hallway to the library.  As a puppy she only chewed on the corner of a single book once. I guess she knew they were much better suited for stories than snacks.  I honored her in a series of posts beginning here.

I like to think that my mom and my beloved dog are leaping together knowing the greatness they left behind.