One of the best things about being a mom is watching the kids grow up to be interesting people, with their own passions and obsessions.
If you’re lucky- and I’m very lucky- they share these interests with you and expand your world.
My youngest daughter’s passion for the natural sciences has me learning things I never did (but should have) thanks to Joy Hakim’s wonderful series, “The Story of Science.”
These books manage to make the subject engaging and accessible – even to a dunderhead like me- without condescending to the reader. I highly recommend the series to parents of elementary school- aged children.
Last weekend my oldest daughter, who has me searching the bookstores for the best new graphic novels every year at Christmas gift-giving time, participated in the 24-Hour Comics Challenge.
She’s been drawing comics on a regular basis since she was ten years old. They’re irreverent, somewhat disturbing, and quite good.
I think I’ve read more comics in the past five years- due to her interest in the genre- than I had in all the previous years of my life.
My son, a talented college freshman majoring in theater, has infected me with his newfound enthusiasm for Sondheim. So many musicals, so little time.
Thanks to the magic of Youtube, I can listen while I get on with clutter-purging my studio. Makes the odious task more bearable. Where did all this crap come from?