"I gave birth to twins a little more than a year ago, and at the baby showers we received many books: colorful board books, big illustrated books, collections of Sandra Boynton and nursery rhymes and Dr. Seuss, but none multiple times except this one: a board book “Goodnight Moon,” a flimsy “Goodnight Moon,” a large lap book “Goodnight Moon,” and an anthology by the book’s author, Margaret Wise Brown. Of course, I thought. It’s that one that says good night a lot. I figured I’d read it before, just a story of going around the room saying good night to stuff, and I thought it was popular as a gift because it’s so appropriate for bedtime and everybody wants babies to sleep.
But, when I first sat down with the babies, on the bed, nestled into pillows, beginning a sleep routine as recommended by their doctor, I pulled out the big lap book and read it aloud, and by Page 2, it was clear to me that for whatever reason, I had never read this one before. The babies listened in their sleepy baby way, and as the pages turned, I felt a growing excitement — a literary excitement. Not what I expected from this moment. But I was struck and stunned, as I have been before, by a classic sneaking up on me and, in an instant, earning yet again another fan."
The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
One of my favorite books growing up was The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I was a tomboy and spent most of my time playing outdoors with my brothers so I felt a connection to the three children bringing the garden back to life. The messages about the healing power of nature and the importance of friendship still resonate with me to his day.
—Tory Burch (toryburch) is CEO and designer of Tory Burch, an American lifestyle brand known for color, print and eclectic details. Raised in Valley Forge, PA, Tory graduated from the University of Pennsylvania with a degree in art history, then moved to New York to pursue a career in the fashion industry. She launched Tory Burch in 2004 with a small boutique on Elizabeth Street in Manhattan, and since then the brand has grown into a global business with more than 125 freestanding stores and a presence in more than 3,000 department and specialty stores. Tory launched the Tory Burch Foundation in 2009 to support the economic empowerment of women entrepreneurs and their families in the U.S. She lives in New York City with her three sons.
Miss Rumphius by Barbara Cooney
Every summer when I was a kid, my family went sailing for two weeks along the coast of Maine. I was a bad sailor’s daughter. I resented the days spent miles offshore. I wanted to explore the archipelagos strung out across the bay like skipping stones, snorkel in the green and rust seaweed for lobsters hiding in the rock shelf. I loved the pine trees and osprey nests on the islands too small to house families, and the weathered general stores, ice cream stands, and lobster shacks on the larger islands north of Castle Bay.
My sister, Kate and I, picked purple sea heather and tucked it into our hair. My father called us princesses of New England.
Kate and I have since grown up and moved to cities far from the craggy coast. Kate lives in Brooklyn and is studying for a Ph.D. in philosophy. She’s also a poet. Over the past year, we have spent days sitting on her blue couch, trying to figure out what we’ll do with our lives. It sounds melodramatic, but when your sister is a philosopher, these are the questions you ask. What is the purpose of life? What makes it meaningful? What is success? How will I pay my student loans?
As a smart woman in a male-dominated field decidedly lacking in poets, Kate says sometimes feels it is her duty to blaze trails. I have no idea what I will do. Be a lawyer? That sounds impressive. Publishing mogul? Maybe we should be professors, high-powered academics carving a place for women’s voices. Late at night, when we are overwhelmed by the future and what success might be, there is another option. “Maybe I’ll just quit grad school and move to Maine,” Kate says.
“Be the Lupine Lady?” I say.
“Yeah. And you move down the road.”
I don’t remember when I first found Barbara Cooney’s Miss Rumphius. My mother says she found it in the public library. I always thought we picked it up on a sailing trip from one of those take-a-book-leave-a-book marina libraries. What I do know is that Alice Rumphius has shaped my philosophy on life more than I often admit.
For those of you who do not know Alice Rumphius, she grew up in a city by the sea with her grandfather, a painter and world traveler who told her stories of his adventures. One conversation between Alice and her grandfather will become a kind of mantra for the story.
When he had finished, Alice would say, “When I grow up, I, too, will go to far-away places. And when I grow old, I, too, will live beside the sea.”
“That’s all very well, little Alice,” said her grandfather, “but there is a third thing you must do.”
“What is that?” asked Alice.
“You must do something to make the world more beautiful,” said her grandfather.
We follow Alice from her grandfather’s lap to another city far from the sea, where she becomes Miss Rumphius, and realizes it’s time to have her own adventures. We follow her to tropical islands, mountaintops, and deserts. We follow Miss Rumphius when she hurts her back climbing from a camel in the Land of the Lotus-Eaters. But part of what is so wonderful about this story is that the process of aging is not tragic. It is expected and welcomed as a natural progression of life.
“What a foolish thing to do!” said Miss Rumphius. “Well, I have certainly seen far-away places. Maybe it’s time to find my place beside the sea.” And it was. And she did.
Miss Rumphius builds a home in a gray house overlooking what is unmistakably the Maine coast. She is old now, and it’s time for her to fulfill her final promise to her grandfather. She must make the world more beautiful.
One morning, by chance of wind, Miss Rumphius finds that the lupines that she had planted the summer before have spread all along the hillside. And she has a wonderful idea.
Miss Rumphius walks all over town, her pockets full of lupine seeds, hair gray now, and they call her the Lupine Lady.
When I was little, and my sister would read this story aloud to me, I fell in love with the illustrations: the familiar blue, purple, and rose-colored blossoms dotting the fields and highways. But Miss Rumphius is more than these charming pictures. Miss Rumphius is a story about how to live a meaningful life and embrace mortality.
When I grow up, I want to write stories. But I worry. I worry that maybe no one will read them. I worry that I should be doing something bigger to make the world better. I worry about growing old and soft and impermanent, and realizing, at the end, that I haven’t done anything at all.
I mean, don’t we all?
This is why Miss Rumphius has stuck with me. This book makes a promise that as long as I do something, however small, to make the world more beautiful, my life will mean something. Perhaps my stories can do that. Or maybe I, too, will plant flowers.
Writing this, I realized—horrified—that I am almost grown up. My family stopped sailing in the summer years ago. My parents are divorced, and my father lives alone on a sailboat moored beside the chain bridge on the Merrimack River, and not in some bay in Maine. The stories of our summers in Maine are tied with that boat. I used to panic about losing this part of my history, but instead, I’ve decided to mark the next part of my adventure.
I am grown up, and it’s time for me to see far-away places. Someday, when I am old, I, too, will live beside the sea.
—Meg Pendoley is a junior at the University of Pennsylvania. She is an English major with a concentration in creative writing and a minor in Spanish. She grew up in a small town in Massachusetts and spent most of her summers sailing off the coast of Maine.
Rest in Peace, Eric Hill
The author and illustrator of dozens of children’s books featuring the world’s most beloved puppy, Spot, passed away this past Friday, June 6th.
His trademark lift-the-flap design helped generations of young readers become actively involved in what they were reading and how they learned from their books. Hill wanted to show the world ”that children have far more intelligence and style than many adults credit them with.”
For this Spot book and many others, click here. Consider purchasing a book for a child in your life, or to donate to your local literacy outreach program, library, or women’s shelter.
Happy birthday, Maurice Sendak!
The celebrated children’s book author—famous for his belief that when it comes to what’s appropriate to tell children, you just ought to “tell them anything you want”—would have been 86 today.
Check out some of the Sensible Nonsense Project responses to his work!
Winnie-the-Pooh by A.A. Milne
The Poetics of Pooh:
On Bears, and Rabbits, and Trying to Write
I don’t have time to get into the entirety of Pooh with you. Even if I were able to.
Because as you probably know, Pooh has his own Tao, now.
So let’s leave it here—there’s an immensity to Pooh. There’s a touch of eternity to all his bumbling; a bottomlessness to his most rumbly of tumblies.
There’s a stare into the open eye until the closed eyes open kind of Zen to Pooh.
He’s got Pooh-dist leanings, you could say.
I want to talk about everything that makes Pooh, Pooh. But I don’t even understand it all. So instead I’ll reduce it all down to a single point—to my very favorite moment, from my very favorite character, from my very favorite story from the entire World of Pooh.
Which is my very favorite.
Here’s how it starts:
Christopher Robin has sent Pooh off to gather the provisions they’ll require for a hastily-planned expedition to the North Pole. Neither Pooh nor Christopher Robin is really sure what the North Pole is, per se—merely that it’s a thing that exists be sought out.
There’s a strange pull to it, perhaps. Magnetic and invisible.
Pooh tromps merrily along through the Hundred Acre Wood and finally comes across Rabbit, who—characteristically—would much rather have never been come across in the first place.
Here is their exchange in its entirety:
“Hallo Rabbit,” says Pooh, “is that you?”
“Let’s pretend it isn’t,” says Rabbit, “and see what happens.”
“I’ve got a message for you.”
“I’ll give it to him.”
"We’re all going on an… an Expotition with Christopher Robin!"
"What is it when we’re on it?"
"A sort of boat, I think," says Pooh.
"Oh! That sort."
"Yes. And we’re going to discover a Pole or something. Or was it a Mole? Anyhow we’re going to discover it."
"We are, are we?" said Rabbit.
"Yes. And we’ve got to bring Pro-things to eat with us. In case we want to eat them. Now I’m going down to Piglet’s. Tell Kanga, will you?"
And Pooh toddles off in search of the North Pole.
Now if I had the time, I could with spasms of delight tell you of just how happy this scene makes me. How Rabbit—usually so persnickety, always the wettest of blankets—takes a moment to delight in screwing with Pooh for no other reason than the sheer satisfaction of doing so.
I would love to do this. But I have no time.
So instead I’ll point out the other side to this scene. The immense side.
How, for all its acidity and dark comedy, it manages to house one of the purest, most wonderful, most beautiful, most honest phrases about what it is to be, to exist, and to imagine I’ve ever read.
Hallo Rabbit, says Pooh, Is that you?
“Let’s pretend it isn’t,” says Rabbit, “and see what happens.”
Let’s pretend it isn’t, and see what happens.
If I were the kind of man who believed in literary tattoos, this would be my tattoo.
“Let’s pretend it isn’t and see what happens.”
Has there ever been a more elegant description of the act of imagination? Of the creative impulse? Of the urge to unsee what you’re looking at, and to look for what it is you want to see?
In a single spendthrift phrase, Rabbit captures the delight and abandon and valiant, deliberate choice of what it is to imagine.
Let’s pretend it isn’t, and see what happens.
I think about this story a lot.
About Pooh and how he wanders through the Hundred Acre Wood looking for something he can barely describe.
And I think of Rabbit, and how he with one tiny utterance defines the very thesis of daydreaming.
I think of how according to this story… to imagine and to live… they are in their truest sense, an adventure. An expedition.
And then I think of how often I forget that fact.
How I’ve grown old enough to fret over adult things. About my growing waistline. And my wasting hairline. And how I’m not exactly doing the thing I want to be doing… and how isn’t that always the way? And how unlucky am I? And oh bother… why bother?
And suddenly everything turns dark and grim.
And even creativity—even writing—becomes this winding bumble toward some hazy, unknown pole. A journey for which I feel woefully, almost comically underprepared. How I’ve got nothing to say. And how I’ll never write a thing to be proud of.
And every hope and excitement becomes rank and heavy like a blackbird on my shoulder.
And then, I think… this is what it means to be a writer.
So let’s pretend it isn’t. And see what happens.
And everything’s okay again.
—Andrew Panebianco is a writer at the Philly ad firm, Brownstein Group. Prior to that he inflicted piles of Romantic poetry and Shakespeare on a decade’s worth of college kids. He is also the author of nearly 200 definitions to words that aren’t, but should be. Read more at wordsthatarent.com, and follow him @fancywhitebread.
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THE SENSIBLE NONSENSE PROJECT’S BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!
Sensible Nonsense creator Arielle Brousse has been named a Penn Social Impact Fellow for 2014.
Here’s the one-minute pitch video she made to bring Sensible Nonsense to the program. (She shot and edited it in an hour. Be kind.)
She’s hoping to use the Social Impact program to figure out how to leverage the enthusiasm and energy around Sensible Nonsense in order to increase access to early childhood reading programs.
Wanna help her do it?
Arielle has a Crowdtilt page here. Your gift (of any size!) helps her with travel, tuition, room and board, and supplies for this two-week intensive — plus, she’ll personally send you a postcard from the program, thanking you for being an early patron of this fabulous project.
Thanks for being a part of this, friends — and happy reading!