Tuesday, May 29, 2012
So as my sons head off for their final exams this week, I'm thinking about the teachers I'll be talking to on Friday at the 2012 REACH Literacy Conference here in Denver. The conference is intended for "educators, administrators, parents, middle and high school students, and literacy advocates who want to explore and understand the value of early reading readiness; embrace culturally relevant literature; and gain knowledge, insight and access to useful curriculum resources to create a richer learning experience." It's being held over two days--May 31 and June 1--at the Kenneth King Academics & Performing Arts Center, on the Auraria Campus.
I'm a bit terrified. I'm not a trained teacher. I write novels for adults, not kids. I know next to nothing about the challenges of literacy in the United States. All I can do, therefore, is talk about how writers become writers--by starting life as readers. We're all the sum of our stories, both the ones we read as kids and the ones we write every day. And we're the end result of a lifetime of teachers, too--both bad and good. I watch my own boys grow, and know how critical stories are in their lives. Stories are maps discarded on the road by those who've walked ahead, clues to the terrain, routes for navigating existence. We'd be lost without them.
Think of me Friday morning. Introduce yourself, if you're there. We'll swap a few tales.
Posted by Stephanie at 8:23 AM