Tag: teachers

  • May 3, 2023

    May 3, 2023

    I keep thinking about a teacher I met in the signing line in Los Angeles a few weeks ago. She was telling me about her experience of reading aloud to her class of third graders, and I said, “It matters so much. You are giving those kids a true gift.” This teacher looked at me…

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  • April 19, 2022

    April 19, 2022

    From a fourth-grade teacher who has been reading The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane aloud to her classes for the last ten years: “My students have always enjoyed this story, but this year something miraculous happened. The whole class cried at the end. All of us. Together. It was transformative. I wanted you to know.”…

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  • November 16, 2021

    November 16, 2021

    Late afternoon last week and I was walking past a house when the door banged open and a woman shouted, “Kate? I’m a teacher. I wanted to tell you a story.” “Okay,” I said. “I love a story.” “So, I teach fourth grade.” “Uh huh,” I said. “Do you read aloud to them?” “Please,” said…

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  • July 20, 2021

    July 20, 2021

    At the post office, the woman ahead of me in line turned to me and said, “Well, I did it. Don’t ask me how I did it. But I did it.” I nodded. I smiled. I had no idea what she was talking about. “I’m a third grade teacher,” the woman said. “I know who…

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  • October 17, 2019

    October 17, 2019

    Sometimes, in a signing line, I’ll ask kids how they found their way to my stories. Their answers go like this: My teacher. My teacher read it. My teacher read it to the class. My teacher gave it to me. My teacher read it to me. My teacher read it to us. My teacher. My…

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  • December 11, 2018

    December 11, 2018

    At the Kansas City Public Library, in Kansas City, Missouri last Friday night, a teacher came through the signing line and told me that she and her class had just finished reading The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane out loud together. “Did you cry at the end?” I asked. “We all cried,” she said. “And…

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