#sol18- May 1, 2018
Last spring the author, Amy Krouse Rosenthal died. I admire many authors, but Amy is someone I had really wanted to meet in person because she seemed like the kind of person I would want for a friend. Her essay, You May Want to Marry My Husband, written shortly before she died got a lot of press and introduced many beyond the kid lit world to the amazingness of Amy.
Last week I received my long awaited preorder of Dear Girl, a book she had written with her daughter. I read it to my class and they loved it and as I read the biographies on the book jacket they many questions- and it all led to some great conversations. It reminded me that April 29 was approaching.
I wanted to be sure that I remembered to “celebrate“. so I set my alarm. As the alarm rang I texted my mom, dad, and two sons the simple message “I love you”. Due to time zones, I did not hear back right away, but that was fine- I knew my good thoughts had been sent. Happily, I received notes back from all four (well, my mom texted me a picture she had taken of my son a few weeks ago and I took that as a response). As a bonus, it initiated a Skype with son #1 who is not the best at keeping in touch.
Last year on this date I had passed out books by Amy Krouse Rosenthal. I left one on a neighbor’s doorstep, gave one to a guard at my building, and by now I forget what I did with the others. In the year since I have read Amy’s books for adults, bought copies of I Wish You More (that I am going to give to a few of my favorite friends/colleagues before I move) and spent much time lost in thought about how I can bring more “AKR” into my life. This weekend I watched (and in some cases rewatched) TedTalks and other videos made by Amy. Before the end of the school year I will be reading our class copy of I Wish You More to my third graders as we are beginning our poetry unit and begin our own “beckoning of lovely” so that “we can make the most of our time here” before we go our separate ways (boy, can you tell I am full of pre-emptive nostalgia?!). In a weird twist of fate, I will be in Chicago for a few days this summer and look forward to seeing some of Amy’s city. This weekend really had me thinking of Amy’s legacy- what I can pass on to others because of her.