As luck would have it, the grade school I attended had just that year reduced its size from a kindergarten through sixth grade school to a kindergarten through fourth grade school as the result of a then new “middle school” being opened as part of a nineteen-seventies progressive restructuring that took in the fifth and sixth grade students from our grade school as well as two other grade schools in the area. As a result of this, my school ended up with a number of no longer needed classrooms – one of which was a biology lab.
When I first read that an eight-year-old had written a published book about dinosaurs, my first reaction was “how cute.” However when I was finally able to examine a copy of the book, I blushed with shame at my initial condescension.
At the beginning of the 1970s, Theodore Seuss Geisel, finding himself increasingly troubled by the rapid and careless commercial development of the land around the then still idyllic La Jolla, California where he and his wife made their home, decided to do something about it. After giving the matter some thought, he determined that the […]
Just prior to Christmas a number of books arrived on my desk; most of which I had been expecting but one was a complete surprise – an advance reading copy from Houghton Mifflin Harcourt of Scott Sampson’s forthcoming “How to Raise a Wild Child; The Art and Science of Falling in Love with Nature.”