And this book is written for our middle grade kids. That I fear will be ghosted by some educators or school districts because it is about a boy who loves baseball above everything else but is also finding the courage to share what he has known for while that he is gay and he worries how the world will handle his truth and his heart as he bares it all. A new book by my friend, Phil Bildner, that even though it definitely was about baseball and I still don’t understand baseball despite my 21 years in America, looked like it would offer me a world that I could sit in for a while and forget about the now two sick children at home, nestled securely in the care of my husband.Īnd I read, and then I finished the last page, and then tears came, because this book, A High Five for Glenn Burke, is yet another book we have so desperately needed. So I packed a book for my flight tonight, after all, the stack of to-be-reads is overflowing.
Sleep deprivation and the end of February in Wisconsin is a bundle not for the weak. When they are up for hours at night with a fever so high you think your thermometer is broken as you call the doctor in the middle of the night. This week has been one filled with the worry that you get when one of your own children is sick. Sometimes that is the reality of what I do. Of packing up the suitcase and saying goodbye to those at home, to the kids in my classroom.
February seems to have been a long list of travel.
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