the best christmas pageant ever by barbara robinson

Which brings a fallen Eden redux.Īnother thing loners don’t have is the ability to publicly sell themselves. The power to be as little gods among their loser classmates. Their gossip brings secret knowledge - gnosis: They talk glibly amongst their friends and hush up in the classroom, prim and proper. That’s one reason I love making new friends here on GR.īut, do you remember grade school? Friends among the kids form cliques.

Helps a lot!Ī semi-autistic kid, I shared the awful mark of Asperger’s children who don’t make friends easily. Little kids are naturally insecure when they’re plonked down into grade school. The Herdman kids are born losers - remember that time in school when you thought YOU were one? It happened at times. I live and write in a suburb of Philadelphia, and I have two daughters - Carolyn, who is a nurse, and Marjorie, who is a sixth grade teacher and at home now with my grandchildren Tomas and Marcos, and all these people read books like crazy! a playwright an occasional poet, and finally and most happily, an author of children's books.happily, because there's no greater audience than boys and girls who read books and demand that those books be the most exciting, the most mysterious, the most touching, the funniest.the Best. I've been a short story writer, with some forty-fifty stories in McCall's, Ladies' Home Journal, Redbook, etc. I attended local schools and then, being both book-struck and stage-struck, found a college - Allegheny College - where I could satisfy both passions. I began writing very early - poems, plays, stories - and just never quit. I had the benefit, as well, of a wide variety of aunts and uncles and cousins, plus the extended family so common to small town life - the neighbors, friends, teachers, bus drivers, mailmen, local heroes and local neâer-do-wells, and even a local eat stuff to feed the imagination. I grew up with, and quickly adopted, the notion that reading was the only way to fill up every scrap of loose time you could snatch. My mother, widowed when I was three years old, taught school for forty-nine years in that same small town, and her major (indeed, only) extravagance was books. I grew up in a southern Ohio river town - Portsmouth - and that small town atmosphere has affected most of my writing.

The best christmas pageant ever by barbara robinson