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Toronto, ON, M5V 2M5
Attn: Indigenous Writing Contest
✽ Promoting children's and YA books by Canadian authors and illustrators ✽
February 26, 2021
Second Story Press Indigenous Writing Contest
February 24, 2021
Nothing But Life
"Own your own shit, kid," Jesse says. "One, no one can shoulder it for you. Two, it feels good to be responsible." (pg. 167)Now, though, Jesse is also beckoning him to visit him. "I'm here. Come see me." Over and over again, Dills hears Jesse begging him to visit him in the hospital where he lies in a vegetative state, neither dead nor living. But Dills is torn between his love for the only father he has ever known and the horrors of a shooting at his school for which Jesse was responsible. Troubled by his confusion of feelings and tethered by his probation, with neither the money nor the physical means to get to Windsor, Dills is stymied. When he becomes acquainted through Gal with Mia Al-Ansour, a classmate and competitive wrestler, things take a different turn, and Dills make a decision to make the impossible possible, albeit with much deception, some hacking, and a lot of support from Mia, Gal and his Aunt Viv.
February 22, 2021
13 Moons 13 Reads: GoodMinds video podcast series
Over the next thirteen months, GoodMinds, a First Nations family owned business, located on the Six Nations of the Grand River, will present a series of video podcasts of interviews with Indigenous authors and illustrators. Using the creation story of 13 Moons on Turtle's Back as the basis, GoodMinds has scheduled different guests for each of the 13 moons. Young readers, their teachers and parents, and everyone is invited to subscribe to the GoodMinds channel and enjoy these video podcasts. As an added bonus, GoodMinds is offering free downloads of the pdfs of 13 Moons on Turtle's Back Lunar (Cut-Outs) Calendar and Info Book to accompany the cultural teaching of 13 Moons on Turtle's Back.
June 24, 2021 BLOSSOM MOON
July 24, 2021 BERRY MOON
August 22, 2021 HARVEST MOON
September 20, 2021 FALL MOON
October 20, 2021 MIGRATING MOON
December 19, 2021 FROZEN MOON
January 17, 2022 SPIRIT MOON
February 19, 2021
The Project
If you tell a story–something real, something true–you get to be alive in other people. (pg. 251)
Thankfully Courtney Summers is alive and well by virtue of The Project and all her other stories. She tells the truth, even if it's unsettling.
February 17, 2021
Stand Like a Cedar
From Stand Like a Cedar by Nicola I. Campbell, illus. by Carrielynn Victor |
We listened as our elders shared a song about our ancestors
when they traveled by horse and wagon,
and before that by travois and on moccasin-covered foot,
in search of traditional foods to nourish our families.
From Stand Like a Cedar by Nicola I. Campbell, illus. by Carrielynn Victor |
Grandfather smíyc (deer) visited us. His summer coat was turning greyish-brown.
He shared a story about his descendants and family.
He explained that death is part of our life cycle.
He said to honour our tears as though they were stars in the sky.
He reminded us to take care of the land.
From Stand Like a Cedar by Nicola I. Campbell, illus. by Carrielynn Victor |
Five kinds of salmon came to visit us.
They shared a story of when our great river was clean.
We could walk on the backs of a million spawning salmon.
Our nets were always full and our children never hungry.
We are Indigenous.
We love to run, paddle our canoes, dance, and play.
When we need to remember our promises,
we stand like cedar trees
hands raised to the sky.
From Stand Like a Cedar by Nicola I. Campbell, illus. by Carrielynn Victor |
February 15, 2021
Firefly: Virtual Book Launch
February 12, 2021
The Nut That Fell from the Tree
From The Nut That Fell from the Tree by Sangeeta Bhadra, illus. by France Cormier |
From The Nut That Fell from the Tree by Sangeeta Bhadra, illus. by France Cormier |
From The Nut That Fell from the Tree by Sangeeta Bhadra, illus. by France Cormier |
This is the doe with her fawn (peek-a-boo)that surprised the raccoon (a sneak through and through)that tricked the goose with a bird's-eye viewthat ruffled the jay with feathers of bluethat swooped in on the rat looking out from a shoethat stole the nutthat fell from the oakthat holds the house where Jill plays.
This is the squirrelthat buried the nutthat lay on the hillthat shone in the lightthat came from the sun.
From The Nut That Fell from the Tree by Sangeeta Bhadra, illus. by France Cormier |
February 10, 2021
Germ Theory for Babies (Baby University)
From Germ Theory for Babies by Chris Ferrie, Neal Goldstein and Joanna Suder |
From Germ Theory for Babies by Chris Ferrie, Neal Goldstein and Joanna Suder |
From Germ Theory for Babies by Chris Ferrie, Neal Goldstein and Joanna Suder |
From Germ Theory for Babies by Chris Ferrie, Neal Goldstein and Joanna Suder |
February 08, 2021
Firefly
DCB
978-1-77086-598-3
200 pp.
Ages 9-12
February 2021
While wearing a costume may give you an opportunity to be someone else, it also frees you from being the person everyone expects you to be. But when you're a child and don't know anything but the worst, who would you become? Something outrageous or something normal?
I've been Joanne-the-mother's guiding light, flashing her toward safety since I was six. (pg. 96)
These clothes are memories, shadows of all the people who lived in them. (pg. 64)
February 04, 2021
Hug?
From Hug? by Charlene Chua |
From Hug? by Charlene Chua |
From Hug? by Charlene Chua |
February 01, 2021
Kid Sterling
...the notes from Buddy's cornet were cannonballs that shook Sterling's bones, the tone clear and pure, teasing and lusty, till he felt himself lifted up and away, a catfish on a hook. (pg. 19)
A distant bugle sounded the end of the day. He figured his whole life was just like that bugle–out of tune. All his young life, his mother had sung to him, called him in to supper, to chores, to his bedtime. As he waited for sleep, he conjured the sound of her rich voice, humming those bluesy tunes to wrap him in safety and love. But memories brought him no comfort. Tonight, he had only loneliness and sour notes to call him to slumber. (pg. 233)
Still, Sterling learns more about himself and about music, even how to "...make some harmony out of the sour" (pg. 287). And there is a lot of sourness that pervades Sterling's life. Bad things, like notes on the wind, keep finding their way to him. He makes the best choices he can given the circumstances. Sometimes they work and sometimes they don't. And sometimes it doesn't matter. In the end, it's still his story, and Christine Welldon tells it with authenticity and compassion.
If his life were like a music book of stories, Sterling felt as strong as the spine that bound and divided it down the center. One part was finished, its pages full. The rest contained empty notation lines, waiting to be filled. (pg. 406)If Kid Sterling was a piece of music, it would be a hymn of pain and promise, hope and struggle. But that hymn should portend better, for Sterling and others whose lives were never given full voice. Let that new song stay true now and forever.