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    • New Adventures in Writing By: Kelly White Fall Semester 2011 LLED 597G Dr. Susan Campbell Bartoletti Writing For Children Penn State Univeristy
    • Text Copyright © 2011 by K. WhiteAll rights reserved. Published by Stewart Publishing.No part of this publication may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted inany form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise,without written permission of the publisher. For information regarding permission, write to:Stewart Publishing 446 Sunset Way, Bethlehem, PA 18017. Dedication
    • To my family, for all of their support through my latest endeavor.
    • Table of ContentsPart I: Original WorkA Talk With Mommy ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………5A New School Year…………………………………………………………………………………………………………….……7How to Find a Rainbow………………………………………………………………………………………………………….…9What do you want for your birthday?..................................................................................10The Lost Penny……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….11Geo: The Hero…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………13Lost and Found……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….15Part II: CritiquesCritiques by Kelly……………………………………………………………………………………………………………..……17Critiques from Classmates………………………………………………………………………………………………….20Personal Philosophy of Children’s Literature………………………………………………………………….27Part 3: AppendixAuthor’s Note………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..28Biography…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….….29Blurbs………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………30
    • Part I:Original Work“A Talk With Mommy”Daddy’s big day is todayYou would be so very proud of how far we’ve comeWhen you left us, we cried all the timeWe missed you so much.Daddy wasn’t around much after thatHe left me with grandma most of the timeI didn’t know where he wentIt made me miss you even more.It took some time, but one day things changedDaddy was there after schoolHe started helping me with homeworkIt helped me miss you a little less.That’s when Daddy introduced usIt didn’t feel right at firstI thought Daddy didn’t miss you anymoreBut I still missed you every day.
    • Now, Daddy has a twinkle in his eyeAnd a smile back on his faceShe makes us both laughAnd lets me tell her how much I miss you.Today, Daddy will marry herAnd I’ll be in my new white dressHe’s going to give her a ring tooBut don’t worry, he told me he’d still miss you.When the wedding is over, we’ll be a familyShe promised to be a good wife to DaddyBut she promised to be here for me tooAnd never let me forget how much I love you.Reflection: This assignment behind this poem was that it needed to tell about thebeginning of something. My brother was recently married and I wanted to capturethe brand new family that is created through marriage from a child’s point of view.Many children have experienced the death of a parent and the remarriage of theother parent. I wanted to capture the thoughts of a young child as he or shetransitions to a brand new family being very cognizant of the family that existed inthe past.I decided to write this as a conversation a young child is having with her mother,who is in heaven. The emotional thoughts of this little girl as she goes through arange of feelings show her innocence, always remembering how much she loves hermother.
    • A New School YearCrayons, pencils, notebooks packedLunch waits in the fridgeClothing lies out on the chairTime for bed draws near.Prayers and goodnights said by allThen crawl into bedTucked in tight under blanketsMom turns off the light.Morning comes, the sun shines brightNo more sleeping inUp and ready for the daySchools already here.Breakfast smells flow up the stairsWaffles, eggs, and juiceMom yells "Lets go! Time to eat!"Down the stairs we run.
    • The bus is at the neighborsGrab our bags and goOut the door right to the placeWhere we catch our ride.Through the doors and up the stepsWalking down the aisleFind a seat to start the tripWave goodbye to mom.Arrive at school, talk to friendsTime for class to startMeet the teacher, time to learnFirst day back at school.Reflection: I wanted to capture the excitement of the first day of school fromthe night before to catching the bus in the morning to finally arriving at school.The first day of school is a major event every fall for any family with children. Itmarks the day where the relaxing summer comes to an end and a more structuredlife resumes. It is a memorable, but chaotic day for the entire family, especiallywhen kids have become accustomed to sleeping in and not observing a normal bedtime.
    • How to Find a RainbowGo over the hillto the first big oak treeThe one where we played on the first day of spring.Then make a right and go towards the lake.First pass by the sign for the bicycle trail.Right after the spotwhere we restedand snacked,Youll see a big bearwho will ask you to stay.As you kindly decline, make your way up the hill,right past the bend youll see a sly red fox.Shell point to a field where wild flowers growand tell you to look forthe blue butterfly.This beauty will help you to find the right spotwhere colors of plenty bounce into place.In the clearing youll find a most beautiful sight,just make sure to be quietas you watch in surprise.
    • As spectacular displays of color abound,You know youre at the place where rainbows are found.Reflection: I wanted to write about something fun in this poem which was to be adirection poem. I liked what could be done with the topic of finding the end of arainbow. I wanted the place where rainbows “lived” to be a magical place andwhoever found it would experience a magical moment. I think this poem could bemade into a picture book where the setting would be a very strong element of thestory.
    • What do you want for your birthday?Do you want a bike for riding or a tent for hiding?Some blocks to stack or a bright red back pack?A soft fuzzy bear or a warm coat to wear?A coloring bookor a fishing rod and hook?A baseball and bator a brand new kitty cat?A sled to ride in snow or a light up green yoyo?A book about puppiesor a tank full of guppies?What I want for my birthdayis a trip to the zoo,to see all the animalswith my friendsand family too!Reflection: This was a question and answer poem. I know the purpose of it did notinclude rhyme so I tried to change it to non-rhyming lines, but it lost some of therhythm when trying to do so. In this example, I think rhyme is important in that itcommands the attention of younger children who could be reading the poem. I alsowanted to represent the flurry of activity that goes on in the brain of a child whenhe or she thinks about what they would want for a birthday present.
    • The Lost PennyI found a penny on the walksAnd showed it to my mom.She smiled and said to keep itFor I was a lucky one.I tucked it in my pocket.But couldn’t help to wonderWho dropped that shiny penny thereFor me to find today.But thanks to them my piggy bankIs one penny closer to the top.Reflection: This poem was based upon the old adage, “A Penny Saved is a PennyEarned”. The idea behind the poem was to choose the adage and write a poem thatwould exhibit the idea but wouldn’t specifically list the phrase. I chose this phrasebecause kids are thrilled when they find money, most times even if it is only apenny. We tend to think in terms of larger amounts of money, not the pennyanymore, but many kids are still thrilled to find any denomination of money andshow it off.
    • Geo: The Hero The bright warm sun beat down on the newly paved black highway as thetires on the familys sedan spun quickly to keep up with the rest of the fast movingtraffic. It was rush hour and anyone who did not keep up could be in grave dangerfrom fast moving traffic as the cars ducked in and out of the passing lane. Myowners, Matt and Cassie,were sitting in the front seat and I sat with Brody andLeah in the back seat. We were on our way to an afternoon picnic where I wouldplay fetch with the kids and Matt would play ball with me in the meadow. Suddenly, I heard a loud noise and the car started to swerve. Matt used allthe strength he had to steer the car toward the side of the road. The tiresscreeched as he applied pressure to the brakes to help slow the car to a speedthat would allow him to safely navigate it to the side of the road. I glanced at Brody and Leah and they both looked terrified. I was scaredmyself. The whole car was in a panic but we knew Matt would keep us safe. Luckyfor us, the car started to slow down even though it bounced off the guard railmany times before it actually stopped. Matt and Cassie immediately turned around to make sure no one was hurt.Brody and Leah were both fine and I barked to let Matt and Cassie know I wasn’thurt either. Matt closed his eyes for a few seconds. I think he just needed timeto calm down. When he was ready to assess the damage, Matt realized that theonly way out of the car was through the drivers side door since the passengersside was pinned against the mangled guard rail. "Everyone, stay put!" Matt said. "I want to get a look at the car."I didn’t know why but I knew something wasn’t right as Matt put his hand on thedoor handle to get out of the car. Just as he started to open the door, I beganbarking violently to get his attention. Matt took his hand off the door and lookedat the back seat where I sat between Leah and Brody. "Whats wrong, boy?" Matt questioned.At that moment, the front corner of the car was clipped by a large, red dump truckswerving to miss a piece of debris. Matt looked at Cassie with his eyes wide openand made sure everyone was unharmed once again. Then looked at me, sittingproudly wagging my tail, with a smile on his face.
    • "Thanks, Geo! You just saved my life!" he said with excitement.Reflection: This piece is based on the flash fiction concept. The idea is to havethe climax quickly in a short passage of writing. I chose to write it from Geo’spoint of view, since children are generally excited about stories with animals inthem.
    • Lost and Found The scent of a burning wood fire pit floated through the crisp, fall air asgroups of people walked across the large, dirt parking lot situated on a hill wherecrops were once planted. Crowds of people stood in line to see how long it wouldtake them to conquer the one and one-half mile track where monsters lingered anddead ends played spoiler as patrons progressed closer to the exit of the maze. The small, rickety building which housed the ticket booth, catered to aconstant line of people handing the worker money for admission to the propertydecorated with pumpkins, gourds, and cornstalks. Bales of hay were strategicallyplaced throughout the field for people to sit. Eerie music and fog were flowingfrom the cornstalks where paths were cut to create the intricate design of thisseasons maze. Finally, we reached the front of the line where an elderly man wearing a redplaid shirt with overalls and a John Deere baseball cap, awaited our arrival. "Whats your pleasure?" he asked. "Two adults and three children, please!" mom replied. "Thatll be forty-four dollars," he stated as he began to count out the fiveblue tickets my mom and dad purchased. My fouryear old brother and seven yearold sister were tired of standing in line and started whining to my dad. "Moms getting the tickets now. It wont be much longer and then well beable to start the maze." Mom quickly handed him the money as the line behind us continued to getlonger. The old man fumbled with the tickets as he tore them from the roll and slidthem out the window. "Thank you, maam! Enjoy!" "Im sure we will! Thank you!" Mom smiled back at him as we briskly departedthe ticket booth to head towards the entrance to the maze. Suddenly, mom turned around. My brother was nowhere to be seen. Shestarted to panic looking at all the people that were walking around near the cornmaze. "Stay here!" Dad commanded as he began looking for my brother.We looked around quickly to see if we could spot my brother at one of the game orfood stands. Mom was frantic and I could see she wanted to help my dad find mybrother, but she had to stay with my sister and me, to make sure we were safe. "Mommy! Where is he?" my sister cried. Tears streamed down my sister’scheek as she looked everywhere to see ifshe could see my brother. Her pigtails where uneven and her eyes were becomingred from weeping. I went over to her and asked her if she wanted to sit on thebench with me so mom could help with the search, at least from where we sat. She
    • looked at me and shook her head. I took her hand and walked her over to the baleof hay where she could sit with me until we could get more information about mybrother. My dad was over at the ticket booth checking for a loud speaker or PAsystem that might be set up. My mom, sister, and I stayed by the bale of hay nearthe maze entrance just in case he would show up there. My dad came back and told us that a staff member would be over soon tohelp us with the situation. Suddenly, we heard someone yelling faintly, but wecouldnt understand what was being said. As the muffled sound got closer, werealized there was urgency in the voice. "Daddy! Daddy! Where are you?" the voice yelled hysterically. As soon as my mom heard the familiarity in the childs voice, she looked atmy dad and yelled for my brother. "Did you hear that?" she asked. "Jason, where are you?" she yelled, straining to see where the voice camefrom. "Stay here," my dad gently told her. "We dont want anyone else to get lostinside the maze. Ill go find him." My dad ran into the corn maze. The seconds he was gone felt like hours.Suddenly a man carrying a small child came running out of the corn mazeentrance. As soon as my mom saw my dad and brother, she ran to them, scooped mybrother up in her arms, and gave him a big hug. When she was finished hugging him,she looked at him to make sure he wasnt hurt. "Are you ok?" she asked. "Yes, mommy. I went through the maze, but I couldnt get out! There wastoo much corn. Daddy found me!" "I know!" she said. "But you have to promise me something." "What?" he asked innocently. "That you will never take off like that again. You could have been hurt insuch a big place and we wouldnt have known where you were. You really scared us." He looked at my mom and shook his head. "Do you have something to say to mommy?" my dad asked. "Sorry, mommy," my brother said shyly looking at her with tears in his big blue eyes. "Thats ok this time, but next time youre going to lose your new Tonka truck for at least one week." "Ok, Mommy! Ill wait for you next time. I promise!" he agreed. Dad notified the attraction staff to let them know that everything wastaken care of and finally, we made our way into the maze. As monsters and ghosts
    • came out from every corner of the maze, we were scared too many times to count.My brother made sure he did not leave my moms side as we navigated the maze.We stopped at every map to see how far we had gone and where we needed to gonext. As we carefully made each turn, we continued to get closer to the exit. "We made it!" my brother yelled as we found the place where the cornopened to the exit. "Can we go again?" "NO!" my parents said in concert. "Weve had enough of this corn maze forthe night! Time to go home!" My sister and I laughed as we headed for the parking lot after a long nightat the corn maze. Reflection: This story focused on the description of the setting. Since therewere so many things to describe, it was important to use adjectives that would givethe reader an idea of what the place looked like. Dialogue also became animportant part of the story, especially when the little boy was found in the maze.
    • Part IICritiques GivenRE: Annas Story - Revised BeginningThis was a great piece! Im sure you would get to it when you expand your writing,but one thing I think it would help the reader to know is why the mother is beingexecuted. The story leads the reader to believe that the mother and son wereboth being executed for the same crime. Maybe the longer work could address thelasting effect the executions had on the girl telling the story. Also, where is herfather? Was he killed before the mother was executed?Great story! I would love to read the whole work once youre finished.RE: 10.1-10.2 combined Until the Golden Sun Shines AgainThis is a great story. The beginning is so sad, but the story progresses to one ofhappiness as the family picks up their new dog. I made a few remarks. They are inred in the story.Until the Golden Sun Shines Again Riley stood over Nana, her golden retriever of ten years, and cried. Nana laylifeless on the cold steel observation table. It was supposed to be a routineoperation toremove an inflamed uterus. Although she had survived the operation, Nanas bloodpressure had dropped during her overnight recovery in the kennel. Nana’s tonguehung from the side of her mouth, and her limbs began to stiffen. Nana was dead. "Its not supposed to be this way. She was supposed to come home. We werewriting a story...she was... the princess," said Riley. Riley buried her head intoNanas shoulder and sobbed. Her small frame was barely tall enough to lean overand reach her arms around the neck of her beloved golden retriever. "Doctor, this is probably silly, and I’m embarrassed to ask. But, can we havea clipping of Nana’s fur? I think...we’d like to have something…a little something torememberher by," said Rileys mom as she fought back tears.
    • "Sure, and no that isnt silly. Youd be surprised how many people ask," saidthe doctor. "Ill leave the room and let you two say your good-byes." Dr. McBroomclosed the door quietly behind her. Riley reached her arms under Nanas neck and gently cradled it to her faceand chest.Standing high on her tip-toes, Riley struggled to caress Nanas goldenfur and run her fingers down the length of the retriever’s body. She pausedmomentarily to wipe the tears from hereyes and then again buried her face intothe retrievers neck. "Im so sorry girl. I’m so sorry. I loved you...ten years. You were... a gooddog...such agood dog. Good-bye Nana," said Riley. The tears continued to streamdown her cheeks asshe lifted her face. Stroking Rileys long brown hair whileextending her a tissue, Rileys momfought to stay strong for her daughter. "Well look for another one...when youre ready. She was a good dog," saidRileys mom."Well bury her on the back acre. Daddy can come pick her up after work." The ride through the treed neighborhood going home was quiet. A small rayof sunlightstreamed through the front window and caused Riley to squint. "Mom," Riley said,"do you thinkGod cares that Nana died? I mean, we were writing a story. How will I write thestory now?"Riley periodically wiped back tears as she stared pensively out the window. "Thesun is so beautifulmom, but its in my eyes," said Riley. (**Something is missinghere. You may want to have her mother answer that question before moving on toRileys question about the sun. Its a deep question for a child to ask, so I feelthat her mother should answer. It would make for a very touching part of thestory where Rileys mom comforts her by letting her know that God cares about allcreatures.) Before her mom could answer, Riley suddenly perked up as if somethingprofound had occurred to her. "Bella!" said Riley "What?" said Rileys mom. "Bella! It means beautiful. Im going to name my next golden retriever Bella.If Nana hadthe dogs name from Peter Pan, then my next dog will have a Disney name too," saidRiley."Her name will be Bella!" "…Okay...but we should probably give this some time. Were not in any rush.But, you can start looking when youre ready," said Rileys mom.
    • "Im not in any rush, Mom. I just know her name is supposed to be Bella,"said Riley."I just dont know if Bella will want to dress up like a princess." Weeks passed, and Riley still cried when she thought about Nana. Shed prayfor a new puppy every night when shed say her prayers. Hoping to encourage herin the search,Rileys aunt sent a pink cake inscribed, Until the Golden Sun ShinesAgain. Three more weeks passed before Riley found a breeder in Maypearl, Texas.She hadcontacted breeders all over the state of Texas trying to find the retrievershe thought wassupposed to be hers. She had grown so accustomed to Nanas faceand features that she knew she was looking for a puppy that had light fur andsweet eyes like Nana. The breederat Heavenly Blessed Kennels welcomed Riley andher parents to see the various litters of puppies.Riley passed the kennel cages looking for her next puppy. (A description of thekennel and all the other puppies looking for homes would be a great way to drawthe reader into the important choice Riley had in picking a new puppy.) "Mom, I like this one. Look at her face! She looks like Nana," said Riley. Rileypicked upthe little golden retriever puppy and held her up in the air. "This is her. This isBella." "Are you sure?" said Rileys dad. "Im sure dad. Look! Shes even got a little bell on her collar!" said Riley. "Well, then shes the one," said Rileys dad. Riley’s dad paid the breeder,and the family thanked her as she handed them the pedigree papers. Riley tuckedBellainside a warm blanket and crawled into the back seat of the car with her newpuppy. Bella curled up in her lap. "Youre the puppy Ive been waiting for," said Riley. As they were driving,Rileys mother began to look over the pedigree papers that were neatly tucked intoan organized folder. She pulled out a chart that listed Bellas parents andgrandparents. That was whenRileys mom knew that Riley indeed had the rightpuppy. Bellas grandmother was registeredwith the American Kennel Club as LadyBella of Walnut Creek. Perhaps Bella could learn to dress upas a princess and writea story with Riley as well.
    • Critiques ReceivedRE: Child Centric Poem RevisionWHITE, PAULAHi Kelly,I wrote and few comments and then a conclusive observation. This is a cutepiece.A New School YearCrayons, pencils, notebooks packedLunch is in the fridgeClothing hanging on the doorTime for bed is near.The night goes by so quickly This almost seems like the verse should end withit~Lights are turning offSay goodnight to mom and dadThen crawl into bed.Morning comes, the sun shines brightNo more sleeping in
    • Getting ready for the daySchools already here.Breakfast smells flow up the stairs (word choice? maybe waft)Waffles, eggs, and juiceMom yells "Lets go! Time to eat!" I wonder if these should be switched forchronological order?Down the stairs we run.The bus is at the neighborsGrab your bags and goDown the steps, out to the spot Were running down steps in the previous verse.This seems a bit confusing. Im thinking that you mean they are exiting thehouse and there is another flight of stairs, but that isnt stated, so it justseems redundant.Where well catch our ride.Through the glass doors, up the stepsQuickly down the aisleFind a seat to start the tripWave goodbye to mom.Arrive at school, talk to friends
    • Class is starting nowMeet the teacher, take lunch count It seems like you change perspectivehere.For the most part the commentary is the childs response. The "takelunch count" seems to shift the narrative flow.Back to school again. Did you mean to say "Back at" ?This appears to be the conveyance of the daily routine for children around theworld. So many of them prepare their belongings the night before, crawl intobed, and you have captured the communal process. Im wondering if you mightinclude some of the anxieties associated with the "first day" back aftersummer as well as some of the sounds and smells of the classroom(bell, cafeteria food, etc.). I like the images and I could see this written inmeter as well. Nice job.Reflection: This helped me to see where the poem was worded incorrectly.Keeping the poem in one perspective seemed to be something I had trouble with soI was grateful for the help with that.Index Card Scene Revision The scent of a wood fire pit burning in the crisp fall air floated throughthe air (this is a bit wordy~perhaps edit it a bit closer) as groups of peoplewalked across the large, dirt parking lot situated on a hill where crops were onceplanted. I think Id make two sentences from your opening sentence. Crowds ofpeople stood in line to see (word choice "anticipating" rather than "to see") howlong it would take them to conquer the 1 ½ mile track where monsters lingered anddead ends played the spoiler to progressing closer to the exit of the maze. The small, rickety building which housed the ticket booth, catered to aconstant line of people handing the worker money for admission to the propertydecorated with pumpkins, gourds, and cornstalks. (Seems like the decoratedpumpkins, gourds and cornstalks rather than the "rickety building" make a bettersubject choice for inticing the fall festival mood). Bales of hay (nice fall image)were strategically placed throughout the field for people to sit. Scary (ambiguous)
    • music and fog were coming from the cornstalks where paths were cut to create theintricate design of the season’s maze. Finally, we got(is there a more active verb choice?)to the beginning of theline where an elderly man wearing a red plaid shirt with overalls and a John Deerebaseball cap, awaited our arrival. "Whats your pleasure?" he asked. "2 adults and 3 children, please!!"(just one exclamation mark) mom replied. "Thatll be forty-four dollars," he stated as he began to count out the fiveblue tickets my mom and dad purchased. My 4 year old brother and 7 year oldsister were tired of standing in line and started whining to my dad. “Mom’s getting the tickets now. It won’t be much longer and then we’ll beable to start the maze.” Mom quickly handed him the money as the line behind us continued to getlonger. He fumbled with the tickets as he tore them off the roll and then slid themout the window. "Thank you, maam! Enjoy!" "Im sure we will! Thank you!"Mom said. We Mom smiled back at him as webriskly departed the ticket booth to head towards the entrance to the maze. Suddenly, mom turned around. My brother was nowhere to be seen. Shestarted to panic looking at all the people that were walking around near the cornmaze. “Stay here!” Dad commanded as he began looking for my brother. We lookedaround quickly to see if we could spot my brother at one of the game or foodstands. Mom was frantic (comma) and I could see she wanted to help my dad findmy brother, but she had to stay with my sister and me, to make sure we stayedsafe. (a bit of redundancy) "Mommy! Where is he?" my sister cried. Tears streamed down her cheek as she looked everywhere to see if shecould see my brother. (a bit wordy)Her pigtails where uneven and her eyes werebecoming red from weeping. I went over to her and asked her if she wanted to siton the bench with me so mom could help with the search, at least from ourlocation. She looked at me and shook her head. I took her hand and walked her overto the bale of hay where she could sit with me until we could get(verb choice)moreinformation about my brother. My dad was over at the ticket booth checking for aloud speaker or PA system that might be set up. My mom, sister, and I were still bythe bale of hay by the maze entrance just in case he would show up there. My dad came back and told us that a staff member would be over soon tohelp us with the situation. Suddenly, we heard someone yelling faintly, but we
    • couldnt understand what was being said. As the muffled sound got closer, werealized there was urgency in the voice. "Daddy! Daddy! Where are you?" the voice yelled hysterically. As soon as my mom heard the familiarity in the childs voice, she looked atmy dad and started smiling. “Did you hear that?” she asked. "Jason, where are you?" she yelled, straining to see from where the voicewas coming. "Stay here," my dad gently told her. "We dont want anyone else to get lostinside the maze. I’ll go find him." My dad ran into the corn maze. The seconds he was gone felt likehours. Suddenly a man carrying a small child came running out of the corn mazeentrance. As soon as my mom saw my dad and brother, she ran to them, scooped mybrother up in her arms, and gave him a big hug. When she was finished hugginghim, she looked over him to make sure he wasn’t hurt. (I would try to edit thepronoun references here). "Are you ok?" she asked. "Yes, mommy. I went through the maze, but I couldn’t get out! There was toomuch corn. Daddy found me!" “I know!” she said. “But you have to promise me something.” “What?” he asked innocently. “That you will never take off like that again. You could have been hurt insuch a big place and we wouldn’t have known where you were. You really scared us.” He looked at my mom and shook his head. “Do you have something to say to mommy?” my dad asked.“Sorry, mommy,” my brother said shyly looking at her with tears in his big blueeyes.“That’s ok this time, but next time you’re going to lose your new Tonka truck for atleast one week.”“Ok, Mommy! I’ll wait for you next time. I promise!” he agreed. Dad notified the attraction staff to let them know that everything wastaken care of and finally, we made our way into the maze. As monsters and ghostscame out from every corner of the maze, we were scared too many times tocount. My brother made sure he did not leave my mom’s side as we navigated themaze. We stopped at every map to see how far we had gone and where we neededto go next. As we carefully made each turn, we continued to get closer to the exit.(pronoun edit needed)
    • “We made it!” my brother yelled as we found the place where the cornopened to the exit. “Can we go again?” “NO!” my parents said in concert. “We’ve had enough of this corn maze forthe night! Time to go home!” My sister and I laughed as we headed for the parking lot after a long nightat the corn maze. Hi Kelly, This is a fun piece. You may want to write out your numbers to beconsistent (ask Susan). Also, I know that we are supposed to keep our speakertags simple according to Lamb (171). (I was called out on that too.) Thebiggest suggestion that I can offer would be to edit your pronoun usage andwatch for wordiness. Any plans for the portfolio with this one?Reflection: Paula helped once again with the wording in my short story. I haddifficulty with pronouns in the piece and at places it got very wordy. This critiquepointed these places out to me so I could try to fix them.
    • Personal Philosophy of Children’s Literature When writing a children’s story, it is important for the author to create astory which is intriguing and keeps the attention of the audience. Many authorsuse imagination and life experiences to create interesting characters and intricateplots that will come together to make a piece of literature rich in story. Plot,characters, and settingall go into creating a piece of writing which speaks volumesto its readers. Plot is an important aspect in all stories. Without a plot that interests thereaders, the story can never fully develop into a classic remembered by many as achildhood favorite. The characters of a story can make a book great or leave thereaders longing for more. Authors must make their readers feel some kind ofemotion towards the characters gracing the pages of their book. If a reader doesnot have an opinion on the major characters in the book, the author has notsucceeded in creating dynamic and fascinating individuals or creatures to tell thestory. As the semester progressed, I realized that three of the major elements,consisting of plot, characters, and setting must be thoroughly investigated beforeliterature is given to the public. These elements must be intriguing so the readersare willing to finish the book, following the characters to the end of the story. Ifthe author cannot sell the elements of plot, characters, and setting to the readers,
    • the story is doomed to fail. However, if the author puts extensive thought intocrafting the story and creates an intricate plot, dynamic characters, andcaptivating settings, the story will live on for many years.
    • Part III Author’s Note As I completed pieces for the portfolio and course activities, I learned a lotabout myself as a writer. I never thought I could put my ideas down on paper andget anywhere with them. It still takes extra effort for me to get my ideas acrossexactly the way I intend for them to come out, but I will continue to work on it. I advise anyone who wants to try their hand at the craft of writing to do so.It is a way to let your emotions out and invest them into a story for others to read.Stick with it and don’t let anyone discourage you. Kelly White
    • Author Biography:Kelly White lives in Andreas, Pennsylvania with her husband. She graduated fromMoravian College with a B.A. in Accounting. After owning a tax business for severalyears, she decided to pursue a teaching career.Since completing her Elementary Education certification courses, she has beenteaching Math at a public cyber school. She is currently working on attaining aMaster’s Degree in Curriculum and Instruction specializing in Children’s Literaturefrom Penn State University.
    • Blurbs“A Conversation With Mommy” is well done! I can tell how much the little girlmisses her Mommy, but can’t help but anticipate how nice it will be for her to havea new family.” Deanna Matrishion, High School English Teacher“Such emotion in “A Conversation With Mommy…I would love to check in on thischaracter in the future to see how her new family is working out!” Lauren Fox,High School Social Studies Teacher“Tears of sorrow for the little girl in “A Conversation With Mommy” turn into tearsof joy. I could tell her mother’s absence left a hole in her soul.” Jena Wassmer,Kindergarten Teacher“I was happy to see the little girl get the family she needed so much. I would bevery interested to find out what happened with this brand new family.”DawneBeidleman, Bible School Director“The poem truly exhibits the emotions of a little girl who has just lost her mother.Good job!” Jaime Black, Lawyer