Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood. Show all posts

Friday, February 6, 2026

New Ways To Tell Stories

 I am continuing the series of posts - Something New I’m Doing This Year. 

As an artist and a storyteller, I am always searching for new ways to tell stories.  There is a freedom to having many tools at one’s disposal, especially ones that are yet to be discovered. That is where the adventure lies. It is that place where fear and creativity meet and enchantment takes over.  The only way to discover these new tools for me, is to experiment and push the limits.  I love to learn new mediums and storytelling formats.  It’s intoxicating. 

I admit that stories often flood my imagination each having their own way that they want to be told.   Stories are often stubborn.   They have a mind of their own.  They won’t be shoehorned into the medium of my choice. I approach writing like I approach teaching.  I listen.  When these stories come aknockin. I try my best to put them into their requested form: board book, picture book, graphic novel, YA novel, etc.  

This year, I have pushed myself to add some new forms, formats and mediums to my repertoire. As an artist I love to learn the medium and its rules well so I can break them or combine mediums and formats to create new ways to tell stories.

I am learning to paint with oil paints and thinking about how I can push the medium by collaging on top of the still life paintings. I’m still getting the oil painting down.  It was great to take a class at Otis College of Art and Design.  I also see some water color classes in my near future.

Inspired by my fellow bloggers, I have flirted with poetry writing (adult themes), taking workshops at the longtime literary arts center, Beyond Baroque in Venice California.  Beyond Baroque was founded in 1968.  They have an amazing creative culture dedicated to poetry, literature and art. For those of you into Punk Rock, here’s a fun fact: Exene Cervenka and John Doe, of the band X, met at the long running Wednesday night poetry workshop in the mid 70’s. The Wednesday Poetry Workshop still happens online in addition to a Monday night Fiction Workshop also online.

click here for more information about Beyond Baroque

Executive Director Jimmy Vega



Existence Archived

When all is said and done,

All that remains

Are the cockroaches

Humans are arrogant.

We know we’re at the end

Our existence limited

Our time running out

For those who measure time

Cockroaches don’t

They live in the present

Our days are numbered

Data yet to be collected

But we know it

Intuitively

We know it,

The signs are there

Refusal to fade into oblivion

We have the technology to prevent this

To prove we were here

To prove we mattered

To prove it wasn’t all for nothing

Refusal to disappear,

Refusal to be forgotten

We madly archive our existence

Synthetic humans

Hold our place

In time and space

Generative AI

Generative extinction

We hate the cockroaches

They’ve always been here.

Survived before

Will survive beyond our wildest dreams

Dreams and thinking gone…

Sucked into devices

Sucked onto digital highways

Archived for later

The cockroaches don’t care.

They just don’t.

Erasure hurts.

By Zeena M. Pliska

With a few poems under my belt, I recently mustered up my confidence and even read for the first time at The Book Jewel, a local independent bookstore.

I am becoming more proficient in the art of filmmaking.  Recently, I participated in a 72-hour film challenge, producing, writing, and directing a short film that we’re preparing to submit to small, local film festivals.




Rough Edit of Don't Assume short film

I’m also learning to combine my newfound skill of poetry writing and filmmaking to create poetry videos.  My visual art in the past has always combined images and text.  I love adding moving pictures and sound to poetry, to create a different genre that pushes my storytelling to a new level.

All these newfound creative endeavors add to my kidlit writing in ways that I feel give it more breadth and depth, bringing cinematic writing to the table.  It also gives me new angles, avenues, and perspectives to approach new story themes. It feels expansive.

My life as an artist/storyteller runs parallel to my life as a teacher of 4 and 5-year-olds.  I utilize a Reggio -Inspired Approach in my public-school classroom (in Los Angeles).  

The approach comes from Reggio Emilia, Italy.  One of the components of this approach are the many uses of “languages.”  

THE HUNDRED LANGUAGES OF CHILDREN

NO WAY. THE HUNDRED IS THERE 

The child is made of one hundred.

The child has a hundred languages, a hundred hands, a hundred thoughts, a hundred ways of thinking, of playing, of speaking. 

A hundred always a hundred ways of listening, of marveling, of loving, a hundred joys for singing, and understanding, a hundred worlds to discover, a hundred worlds to invent, a hundred worlds to dream.

The child has a hundred languages (and a hundred, hundred, hundred more) but they steal ninety-nine. 

The school and the culture separate the head from the body.

They tell the child: to think without hands, to do without head, to listen, and not to speak, to understand without joy, to love and to marvel only at Easter and Christmas.

They tell the child: to discover the world already there and of the hundred they steal ninety-nine. 

They tell the child: that work and play, reality and fantasy, science and imagination, sky and earth, reason and dream, are things that do not belong together. 

And thus they tell the child that the hundred is not there. 

The child says: No way. The hundred is there. - Loris Malaguzzi (translated by Lella Gandini) 




Languages are defined as a multitude of materials that students use to communicate like paint, clay, wire, beads, recycled materials, natural materials, blocks, music, etc.  When I was first exploring and learning this approach, I spent a couple of days at a school in Portland, Oregon called the Opal School.  It was a public school that used the Reggio- Inspired Approach in a K-5 setting.  Unfortunately, the school has since closed but the lessons I learned in my observations remain almost 2 decades later.







I observed an amazing use of the Reggio-Inspired Approach that engaged students in storytelling using different “languages” (mediums).   They called it Story Workshop.   It has influenced the way I approach story crafting with my young students.  

 In my class, we use different “languages” to tell stories.  






After they have developed their story in different “languages”, they make books.  Because they don’t “write” yet, we write their words for them. We go through this process every day.  I find that it builds strong story crafters and writers.  Writing becomes effortless (developmentally appropriate) because it is tied to story and story is tied to the experimentation of different materials and not limited by format.



For me, I find that pushing the limits as an artist/writer makes my work more dynamic. It gives me possibilities that would not necessarily emerge if I was confined to one way of telling stories.  I hope I am passing this down to my young students so that they develop as writers also not confined to the page in prescribed and uninteresting ways. I hope that it habituates the creative process in their story crafting endeavors and keeps their writing fresh.

By Zeena M. Pliska
Author of 
Hello, Little One: A Monarch Butterfly Story
Egyptian Lullaby
Chicken Soup for the Soul for Babies Say Thank You? (But Why?)
Chicken Soup for the Soul for Babies A Gift For Me? (I Want It!)






Friday, September 20, 2024

There's Always a Chess Game Playing Out in the Basement

 Something New I Learned and Can’t Wait to Share…


Well, I’m not sure if it’s brand new.  It’s always brewed below the surface.  However, what I have come to understand more and more everyday is that there’s always more than meets the eye.  Whether it’s workplace politics, the publishing industry, the entertainment industry, education politics, domestic politics, geo politics, etc., there’s always more than meets the eye.

Sometimes I wonder why I can’t connect with coworkers. Sometimes I wonder why a manuscript won’t gain traction even when the notes I receive are positive (from multiple editors or my agent.) Sometimes I wonder how and why a movie gets made or a concert is performed that seems under par. Sometimes I wonder why the school board and/or the superintendent makes policy that seems counter to common sense and works against the best interests of children. Sometimes I wonder how anyone can observe this current presidential election without some hesitation and/or acknowledgement of the absurdity playing out right before our very eyes. And in regards to geo politics, I indulge myself in an analogy that there is always a chess game playing out by the powerbrokers (both corporate and their elected government representatives) in the basement while the rest of us are busy running around playing Chutes and Ladders with zeal as if our very lives depend on the outcome of that boardgame. There’s always more than meets the eye.


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Chutes and Ladders


Children know this.  It is perhaps why I choose to spend my day with 4 and 5-year-olds. They intuitively understand that there is a bigger picture and they wonder about it.



Years of experiences have brought me to these conclusions:  Experiences as an activist in electoral politics, direct action, grassroots organizing, policy work, campaign work, lobbying, and international travel as a delegate.  Slowly, pieces have revealed themselves. A peek into a world that operates beyond most of our day-to-day existence. I’m not advocating for conspiracy theories.  I am supporting healthy skepticism. Question and hear multiple sources. Be curious.  


I’m at an age that I remember what life and access to information was like before social media and 24-hour streaming news stations. I can remember a time before the information age took hold and dictated how we interact with information, giving the illusion that we have access to all information whenever we ask for it. I began my journey in journalism when the news had a few broadcasts a day. CNN was in its infancy. (Then, I made a left-hand turn into education and writing/entertainment.) 

Before we had 24-hour access to “news” and everyone potentially was the truth keeper of information, we knew that we never had the full story.  And, that facilitated wondering. The illusion of unlimited access has made us blind believers.  We believe that we have the ability to know everything whenever we want.  We think it is a mere click away on the tiny computers that we hold in the palm of our hand.  I am certainly guilty of sharing posts without checking all the facts, pretending to be a reliable news source.  A confession that I must admit is embarrassing for a former journalism student who believed that I was going to join the 4th arm of democracy. I believed that the newscasts/newspapers that I wrote, was news that would give viewers/readers the information they would need to make informed decisions about their everyday lives. It was never the whole picture but I think we knew it wasn’t. And now, the genie is out of the bottle.  Artificial Intelligence is coming in fast and hard, taking us potentially deeper down the rabbit hole.  Will we ever return to wondering?  Will we ever return to knowing that we don’t have the full, expansive, and everchanging picture? Will we ever think about that chess game in the basement while we play Chutes and Ladders upstairs? There’s always more than meets the eye.  Never stop wondering.


By Zeena M. Pliska

Friday, December 2, 2022

4- and 5-Year Olds Share Their Favorite Books

As I’ve stated before, one of the most magical things about teaching young children is the new perspective one gets from the authentic point of view of a child when that child allows you in for a peek.  As both a kidlit author and a teacher, I wondered what my 4- and 5-year-old students would say if I asked them, “What is your favorite book?” I was curious about how their insights were different than my own adult point of view.  So, in a true Reggio-Inspired teaching approach I documented verbatim what they said (as I do every day).  

I wanted to  hear from the age group I often write for. I wanted to understand how they truly connect with the literature that is read to them since most are not yet independent readers. I wanted to know what engaged them and stayed in their memories and why. 

It started very simply.  I asked them, “What is your favorite book?” I wasn’t even sure if they would be able to name any. I wasn’t sure if they had the context to name titles like adults do, having had a much broader experience reading. 

I started by modeling what I meant. I picked a book that has been my favorite for years.  It’s not a current title so I wondered if any of my students had ever had it read to them.  It’s a much longer book than the current 500 -700 word stories. It was written during a different time.

“My favorite book is The Velveteen Rabbit,” I stated, reminding them not to pick mine and to pick their own.  

Here are the delightful recommendations from the Transitional Kindergarten/Kindergarten students.

Lydia – I like the silver one with the golden.  It’s about…don’t touch the golden one.  The name of the story…You Have To Do The Page.  God is inside. Heaven and God is inside the book.

Hazel – I like the book that’s not for reading. (What’s the name of it?) I don’t know. (What’s it about?) Animals finding things.

Emma – I brought a chameleon book that I really like.

Archer – I like a book at my house that’s called, My Heart Is My Love Feelings.

Lilly – My favorite book at my house is called, Bible. And I read it at night with my bear and my mom. And then, it’s called Two Bibles In Love.

Arianna – My favorite book is Water Protectors.  I like it so much that I want to look at it right now.




Abe – My favorite book is your book, Hello, Little One. But first, my baby brother got that book. But today, I’m going to get that book after school.

Vivian – I have four favorites.  One of them is Zeena’s book.  I like your book. The second one is Olive the Other Reindeer.  When I went to Wendy’s for Thanksgiving, she had it.  She’s not a kid.  She’s a grown up.  My third one is We Are Water Protectors. And the fourth one is No Voice Too Small.

Jacob – My favorite book is Find Spot cause one of them are a lion.

Rowan – I have a favorite book at my house called, Octopus Alone.  So, it’s two seahorses trying to think that the octopus is having fun and wants to play.  And the seahorses play along with the octopus, but the octopus wants alone time.  And then, it went into the dark, dark sea.  And then it changed, camouflage. And the seahorses tried to find it. And that’s it.

Isaac – The Red Book because it’s my dad’s favorite book and he wants me to read it to our class.

Patrick – It’s my Number Blocks book.  Lift the flaps book and the book that…it’s called Number Blocks Big Numbers.  And that’s not all. The last thing I need to tell you is that I have two new ones coming out. And also, I still have work on the second one.  The first one is done.  But the first one wasn’t done today.  I think that it was done a year or two ago. And that’s all.

Mari – The Room On The Broom because it has witches and I like witches.

Alexa – The Bunny.  It always hop around.

Olivia – I have two.  I like all dinosaur books.  I love all dinosaur books.  And, I also like Wing Of Fire.  I have two books of them.  One is about a Black Fire Dragon and the other one is about an Orange Fire Dragon.

Willie – My favorite is No Voice Too Small because the author that we met named Keila, wrote that book.  I like Water Protectors because they protect the water and they don’t want the water to get higher because the Black Snake will suck up the water and poison the land.








As I read over the documentation, I was struck by a theme that emerged. The books that held meaning for many of my students were those with relational connections.  Books that were read with parents. Books that were owned by friends. Books that came from home. Books that were read with their first teacher. Books that were written by authors that the students had personal connections with. The books had meaning because the context in which they were introduced had specific meaning for these young children.

After exploring this theme and engaging in discourse with my friend and longtime critique partner, Andrea J. Loney, I discovered that I too had a relationship with my favorite children’s book, The Velveteen Rabbit. Not only was I touched by the story.  I had directed the play years ago for the Burbank Civic Light Opera.  Of all the picture books that I have read in my lifetime (hundreds I’m sure), it is the one that has lodged in my memory and stands out as my favorite.  My relationship to the story goes well beyond the random reading of a book I read long ago. It is a story that is grounded for me in warm personal memories and relationships with members of the Burbank Civic Light Opera.

From our conversation, Andrea thoughtfully posed this question: “How is the story you’re writing, reinforcing and fostering those social emotional bonds between the adult reader and the child audience?”

As an author I will carry this question with me as I continue to write picture books as the evidence is strong that this is the secret sauce that makes picture books memorable for young children.  Maybe you will too!


By Zeena M. Pliska

Author of Hello, Little One: A Monarch Butterfly Story  Illustrated by Fiona Halliday

and  Coming April 18, 2023  Egyptian Lullaby  Illustrated by Hatem Aly

you can find me here

www.zeenamar.com

@zeenamar Instagram

@zeenamar1013  Twitter

@Zeena M. Pliska on Facebook

Andrea J. Loney is an award-winning author of picture books including CURVE & FLOW: THE ELEGANT VISION OF LA ARCHITECT PAUL R WILLIAMS, DOUBLE BASS BLUES, and BUNNYBEAR, as well as the new futuristic chapter book series ABBY IN ORBIT.

andreajloney.com

@andreajloney on Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest

@author.andreajloney on Facebook

out now

CURVE AND FLOW: THE ELEGANT VISION OF LA ARCHITECT PAUL R WILLIAMS (illus. Keith Mallett, Penguin Random House Knopf )

ABBY IN ORBIT: BLAST OFF! (illus. Fuuji Takashi, Albert Whitman & Company)

ABBY IN ORBIT: SPACE RACE (illus. Fuuji Takashi, Albert Whitman & Company)

VIP: STACEY ABRAMS VOTING VISIONARY (illus. Shellene Rodney, HarperCollins)

DOUBLE BASS BLUES (illus. Rudy Gutierrez — Caldecott Honor Title, Penguin Random House Knopf)

BUNNYBEAR (illus. Carmen Saldana — ALA Rainbow List, Albert Whitman & Company)

TAKE A PICTURE OF ME, JAMES VAN DER ZEE! (illus. Keith Mallett -- 2014 New Voices Award Winner, NAACP Image Award Nominee, Lee & Low)

NO VOICE TOO SMALL: FOURTEEN YOUNG AMERICANS MAKING HISTORY Picture Book Anthology (illus. Jeanette Bradley, ed. Keila V. Dawson & Lindsay H. Metcalf, Charlesbridge)

coming soon— PRE ORDER

ABBY IN ORBIT: ALL SYSTEMS WHOA! (illus. Fuuji Takashi, Albert Whitman & Company April 1, 2023)








Friday, October 8, 2021

Play Deprivation During The Pandemic

 

TADA...The winner of our giveaway of What the Cluck?  is Dorothy W.



14 years ago, I wrote this statement as part of my education philosophy.

“I believe in the power of play (think of anyone you know who has lost their passion for life and they’ve probably forgotten how to play.)

I believe in learning through wonder, exploration, and discovery (think of anyone you know who is a lifelong learner, and they’re probably driven by wonder, exploration, and discovery rather than thinking of learning as a task that must be completed.)” 

Indeed, play has always been a driving force in my life as a teacher and a writer.  As I reflect on my journey through education, I realize that I am not the stereotype.  I did not come to teaching because I thought I could change the world. I was not particularly fond of children.  I did not feel like I had ideas to impart on young minds. I realize that I am drawn to teaching 5-year-olds because I love to play.  I am Peter Pan and the students that frolic and romp  along with me are the “lost boys (and girls)”  

I have spent the past 30+ years avoiding growing up.  Instead, I arrive each day to the spontaneous joy, enchantment, and wonder of those who are experts at playing.  Don’t get me wrong, it is hard work to preserve this quality and protect it against those who might squelch it. 

This year I have watched as my students have struggled to find their footing.  I’ve noticed that it is taking longer.  They are less mature than years past and I wonder how the pandemic has affected their opportunities to play. 





 I imagine that the impact has been great.  





They came into the shutdowns when they were 3 ½.  Just when play with their peers was becoming prominent.  






I have noticed a lag.  




Much of our day is spent playing together. There is much healing to be done and I believe in the power of play.  

Recently, I find that I too have been deprived of opportunities to play for the past 19 months. There are few, if any gatherings.  Many of my friends are not venturing out spontaneously. I have attended countless meetings, conferences, and workshops on Zoom.  I spend many more hours than I ever have, in my apartment with the television keeping me company.   I have forgotten how it feels to wander aimlessly in lands unknown.   

With this loss of adventure, my creativity has waned noticeably.   Days go by and I am resisting sitting down to write.  Ideas are blocked,  a big, giant void. The joy is just not there. As I write this, it is taking me great effort to hear the words to put on the page.  It’s painful.

I wonder, why am I struggling to write? Where has my creativity gone, and will it return? Why does the sun shine a little less brightly? Why are my senses dulled?  

And then it dawns on me.  I have ceased to play as an artist.  I have stopped answering the call of spontaneity, wonder, and curiosity. I have ceased to explore and discover. 

Where is my passion? Is this my new normal? Is this what the pandemic has left in its wake? Can I pull this back from the brink and restore my imagination?  Is it me?  Are there others around me? Are there others out in the world? Are we experiencing a collective lull? Will we recover and heal? 

Yes, I believe we will. I’m hopeful that the opportunities of joy and delight will return and bring creativity back with them. For those of us whose inspiration has been affected by play deprivation, I believe that eventually we will find the power of play…again.

Posted by Zeena M. Pliska

Author of :

Hello, Little One: A Monarch Butterfly Story Illustrated by Fiona Halliday  Page Street Kids

Egyptian Lullaby Illustrated by Hatem Aly Roaring Brook Press (coming Winter 2023)

For more info about me click here

                 


Friday, June 18, 2021

The Story of my Story - Hello, Little One: A Monarch Butterfly Story

 When I close my eyes, I am right back in that moment when the story of Hello, Little One: A Monarch Butterfly Story jumped into my heart.  I don’t find stories.  Stories find me.  Once they find me, they haunt me until I tell them.  It’s a funny relationship we have.

      


     I am a public-school kindergarten teacher in Los Angeles.  My school is located in the Mar Vista/Venice Beach area.  We are a waystation for monarchs so it’s not unusual to see these beautiful creatures grace our playground.  In fact, they are our official mascot. They flit, flutter, and swoop as children's laughter and sounds of play can be heard in the background. 

                                                           


                  

     One day at recess time, I was walking on my way back to the classroom from the main office.  In between the classrooms, a majestic monarch butterfly fluttered about, landing on the flowers in the garden boxes.  I was mesmerized by the moment.  I wondered, “ What must that butterfly see and experience?”  As I wondered, I was struck by the sad, bittersweet thought that the life cycle of this monarch was almost done.  It had only about two weeks to live.  I was fascinated by both the strength of this creature and the fragility of life.  In that moment, the  character of Orange was born and the story of the little caterpillar who wanted to grow up and fly with it, found me.

                                                                          




     I am a great lover of irony.   The story developed around the  friendship between a young caterpillar at the beginning of its life cycle and an elder butterfly at the end of its life cycle. The story was  anchored in the two points of view from the different stages of the life cycle and the  perspectives each can offer the other.  A caterpillar who sees everything in life for the first time  and can’t wait to grow up and fly with its friend and a butterfly who fondly remembers its youth while sharing the beauty and wonder that comes with experience and age.  It was important that the story not just focus on the perspective of the adult,  but  respect the voice of the child, giving equal value to both viewpoints.  

     It was an ironic story of longing. Youth wanting to catch up with age, and age savoring its memories of youth. The two at different stages of their lives, meeting in that wondrous two-week window when both were able to connect, love, appreciate, and admire each other. 

       

     I am always surrounded by the joy of 5-year-olds. The story came to life in my kindergarten world of youthful energy.   Originally titled Orange, it was a story of friendship, love, loss, grief, and renewal. 

      One of the first times I shared my story with a large, public critique group of children’s book authors, I read the manuscript not knowing what to expect.  The story was rough and unrefined. I didn’t understand rhythm, lyrical language, or  word choice.  It was both exhilarating and terrifying to reach the end and experience the response.  A woman sobbed.  She had connected with the grief in the story.  It had triggered her own loss and touched her. The room was moved. The story had taken listeners to a place where they had felt big emotions.  I thought I had done my job as a writer.  But the manuscript had miles to go and so did I in my development of craft.  

        The word count was way too long and suddenly, the manuscript was a play.  I was delighted to work with my young students to build the story and present it at a dedication ceremony to unveil a section of our campus, known as, The Wildlands.   The characters became more fully developed as I co-created with the 5-year-olds in my class.  The play was performed 7 years ago by students who  culminated from our school last year, the same year the book debuted.   Bittersweet.   I can still hear their youthful and poignant delivery of the lines as they flit, fluttered, and flew around the outdoor native garden.   It was the beginning of a journey.  

                                                                           




                                                                                   


                                                                                  


     My story of the little caterpillar and Orange had come to life, but it was still not ready for submission.  The manuscript  stretched beyond what was reasonable for a picture book, well over 1200 words!  Like many novice picture book writers, I did not yet understand the concept of word count and the process of precise word choice.  It went through many revisions. Then, it went through many rejections.   Rejections inform revisions.  Revisions made me a stronger writer.  They helped me develop my craft.  

      In the beginning, like most writers, my craft was not developed enough to tell the story in a way that was industry worthy.  I joined the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI) in the early spring of 2014.  I thought I was ready.  I had a story that made grownups cry and children flit, flutter and fly.  I only needed one yes.  I was confident and naïve. I entered the contests, but never won.  I queried agents and editors, but always got a no.

     Like so many authors who had gone before me, I queried way too early. It takes time to hone your craft.  I joined critique groups and listened to my critique partners.  I worked the text over and over again. And when I thought I was ready, I queried again.  But, it also takes time to learn to query.

     As a kindergarten teacher, I read picture books every day.  I’m lucky.  It’s part of my job.  In addition to reading constantly, I wrote more stories.  Different stories.  I moved on and didn’t put all my eggs in that one basket.  I attended a class at Otis College of Art and Design and was mentored by an amazing children’s book author, Deborah Norse Lattimore.  Who knew that so many stories would find me and expect to be written?  And with each story, my craft improved.  Orange, was in the distant past.  A bit forgotten.

     A different story poured out of me in January 2018.  This manuscript caught the eye of that one yes I needed.  An agent, a friend of my fabulous teacher, agreed to represent the manuscript, Egyptian Lullaby.

     Egyptian Lullaby, wound its way through many editors who expressed interest and then passed.  Finally, an editor was interested but there were developmental edits to make before an offer would be considered.  So close, but no book deal, yet. And then, suddenly a curveball. Someone else was also interested.  I had to make a choice and ultimately placed that manuscript with a home I felt was the most appropriate for the subject matter.  In making that difficult choice, disappointment was expressed. I wondered if the manuscript, Orange, had some of the same elements that the manuscript I had just sold elsewhere had.  I wondered if the editor would be interested in it.  I felt like it was a much better fit.  And it was!  After more developmental edits on the manuscript of Orange, I now had two book deals. Two years later, it was not the first manuscript, Egyptian Lullaby, but rather a renamed Orange (Hello, Little One: A Monarch Butterfly Story) that I debuted with.  





     As I prepared to do my part to release this book, I thought with my head, with my logic, and  I leaned into my experiences as a teacher.  I expected that teachers would be most interested in the scientific principles embedded in the story. This book was a useful tool for educators to facilitate the learning of concrete and tangible science concepts like the life cycle of the monarch. What got lost along the way as I focused on marketing and sales, was the essence of the story.  

     When my mother read the story recently for the first time, she finished by saying, “Wow, that’s kind of a sad story.”  I’d forgotten the impact that the initial story had as a whole. 



     And then the Corona Virus hit and life as we knew it was turned upside down.  The global pandemic stopped everything in its tracks.  My debut book release in May of 2020 and all the events that were planned, my daughter’s senior year in high school and all the activities expected, my student’s kindergarten year and all our unfinished time together. And then the unthinkable.  

     I unexpectedly lost my own beloved aunt to Covid-19.  Numb and paralyzed,  sometimes it takes great disturbances in the universe to shake you to your core, to bring your sense of purpose and meaning back into focus.  

     


     It all came bubbling up and I was back full circle.  I had written a book about the monarch butterfly life cycle with my head, but with my heart I had written a story about friendship, love, loss, and renewal.  This was a grief book. A story to help children make sense of their world during a senseless pandemic that we were all struggling to understand.    

     I am heartbroken to think of the children who have lost their beloved grandmothers and grandfathers, aunts and uncles.  So many elders lost.  

     I hope I have done my job as an author and given children who have suffered a loss, a path to their healing.  I hope I have done justice to this story that found me so many years ago, a story of connection, cycles, transformation, and last goodbyes.







By Zeena M. Pliska

Hello, Little One:  A Monarch Butterfly Story
Written by Zeena M. Pliska Illustrated by Fiona Halliday
Published by Page Street Kids
Published on May 12, 2020


Egyptian Lullaby
Written by Zeena M. Pliska Illustrated by Hatem Aly
Published by Roaring Brook Press
Coming Spring 2022

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