Poems that find meaning in a world where we are "so tired of meaning nothing."
AWARDS AND HONORS:2008 Arab-American Book Award, School Library Journal Best Book, Cooperative Children's Book Center ChoiceOVERALL RESPONSE"Honeybee" made me want to start writing poetry again. I haven't written a poem since last October when I taught poetry as part of a unit about discovering "...
I need him.” This surprised me. She had never shown any interest in the sock monkey before. We began digging in the tall basket where stuffed animals live. Lyda Rose said, “I am two and a half now, did you know that? Where is he?” We threw out the snake, the yellow bunnies, battered bears, ...
How was the desert, you travelers? You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve gotten done, both here and at the university. My colleagues gave me a little party and I became my own assistant and never stopped moving for a minute.” She hugged Aref while Mish-Mish nuzzled his ankles. “The desert was deep, ...
Because it is chasing, bending, picking up, and major play. It is helping Wiley throw eight basketballs into a green wheelbarrow and getting them out again and doing this one hundred times. Then he sits on the second step to roll basketballs off the edge. He waves at me to give them back. Then he...
One day, when Poppy had taken the bus to work so Mrs. Abboud could pick up Rafik after soccer practice, Liyana rode along and they stopped first at a butcher shop to buy chicken for dinner. It was the first time Liyana had entered one here. She followed her mother into the stinky store crowded wi...