There was a little boy who was obsessed with the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. He tests his oatmeal and declares it “just right.” He finishes his oatmeal and brags on how he ate it “all up”! He knocks over chairs and says “broken to smithereens!” and he growls as a bear at

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My mother teaches English as a Second Language to sixth, seventh, and eighth graders at a public middle school. Although for the most part these kids are intelligent and have been successful in school in the past, most are learning English for the first time after moving to the USA from every continent. She has

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Last month I read Carl Sandburg’s poetry so I’d have something “local” to submit to the Bookworms Carnival: Local Authors. I realized as I read his poetry that I know very little about my own home town. I spent some time learning about Chicago history this month, and it’s been fun. I’m also working on

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