by Beth Haley
Growing up, my mother read to me for hours. We got lost in the classics: Charles Dickens, Wilson Rawls, Charlotte Bronte, Frances Hodgson Burnett, Kenneth Grahame, Fred Gipson, Daniel Defoe, Laura Ingalls Wilder and so many more! We spent hours on grand adventures, cried over sick or missing dogs and over the plight of princesses and orphans. We dreamed through secret gardens and were in awe as Ebenezer Scrooge met his ghosts.
Then I read to my children. I started to record books for them so that when I was busy, they could still be following along with their books.
They are all grown up now. I find I miss both being read to, and reading to others. This is a little bit different from Dr Seuss, but inspiring, I hope.
Even though the title says “women” I think the message is relevant to men as well.
And, to the things we miss, and the things we wish for: