Almost 40 years ago I used to read a book called Joe’s Strong Legs to John at bedtime. He asked for it so many times that we both had it memorized. Night before last he started a stay at our house while he’s radioactive from thyroid cancer treatment. I read him the first chapter of Nellie just before bedtime. He liked it. Within a few minutes he was fast asleep. I read the second chapter yesterday at lunch. And this time, though he really misses his wife and boys, is a time I’ll cherish right into my grave. Thank You, Lord.
Reading to my son
Published by Jane Carlile Baker, Author, Editor, Teaching Consultant
Jane has loved writing from the time she learned to hold a pencil. Her writing journey moved from that pencil to personal computers through the seventies, she edited for a hospital public relations department. The eighties found her owning a public relations business, publishing newspaper and magazine articles, and directing communications for a large church. In the nineties she published her first book and led critique groups and writers' workshops. In the twenty-first century she became a teaching consultant for the National Writing Project, published several more books, and began an editing business. Jane also loves raising chickens, dogs and alpacas, gardening, oil painting, swimming and hanging out with her family. View all posts by Jane Carlile Baker, Author, Editor, Teaching Consultant
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This makes me smile, so glad you are reading aloud to your grown son… I love it!