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Month: June 2017

#3 – Cracking It Wide Open

Bee Hive is hosting its third summer of Creative Writing Workshops for kids. It is a favorite time of welcoming a special kind of artistic awesomeness into the store. We’ve had tales of super power-induced pets, time travel adventures, magical neighbors, food that flies, invisible friends – the list goes on – waft from kids’ imagination and into the walls and floor boards of the store. I think with all the magic that has been conjured up – Bee Hive is officially an enchanted cottage.

So, clearly, in our eyes, a kids’ book store and kids writing go hand in hand. But take that part away. Take Bee Hive out of the equation and, really, with everything else kids have going on these days – what’s the big deal about writing? Why add another thing to their busy lives?

Some of the things we’ve experienced through creating a space for kids to write have been, at times, awe-inspiring.

The first big one is imagination. Writing is like play-time for the brain. Coming up with alternate universes, characters, and whatever magic or fantasy they are focusing on, allows kids to think outside the box. It gives them an outlet for all the cool creative energy bubbling inside their heads. My 9-year-old daughter has written stories about a coin family, her brother as a fox (wearing purple socks), and Super Germ. This is stuff that needs to be encouraged before it becomes stifled by other things. It is pure, sweet, greatness.

Another one is the simple fact that creative writing develops reading, writing, and learning skills. Writing makes kids greedy for words. They start wanting to know how the dictionary works. And what’s a thesaurus? And how do you spell this? And can I use this word here? It is learning in its most organic form. As J.K. Rowling once said, “I always advise children who ask me for tips on being a writer to read as much as they possibly can. Jane Austen gave a young friend the same advice, so I’m in good company there.” Reading is essential to writing.

By creating something unique, writing develops self-confidence and identity. Not only do kids learn about themselves but they see what they are capable of creating. “There’s really something magical about writing a full page of text at this age!” says Rachel Miller-Howard,  Bee Hive’s first resident writing instructor. The more they do, the more they want to do. “I always appreciated the kids’ enthusiasm about sharing work,” says Rachel. And this just grows as their confidence does.

“This is stuff that needs to be encouraged before it becomes stifled by other things. It is pure, sweet, greatness.”

Creative writing teaches empathy. When kids create characters, they have to put themselves in their shoes. What are they thinking? How are they feeling? It helps them see that the world is different when seen through eyes other than their own.

And, a super important thing to consider, is that writing is an emotional outlet. It can be weird and scary to be a kid, and writing is an opportunity to express certain thoughts and ideas in a safe way. Maybe they create a character that lives out emotions that they are feeling. Or situations that they’ve experienced and are confusing. “In one workshop, we started working with an image of an abandoned house that sparked conversation. It was hugely symbolic and provoked emotions of being lonely, scared, and sad. It really resonated with the kids,” explains Krista Isaksen, another former Bee Hive creative writing instructor. Writing is an amazing tool for sorting out and processing big things.

Having said all this, which is all really important – the bottom line is, its fun. It’s fun to play around in a world that you create. To be the master of your own universe. To be caught up in a reality that you are in control of – when in your other reality, you’re not so much so. To be free to make your characters blue; or dogs and pigs best friends; or parents that are invisible; or cars that run on grape juice. This is awesome stuff!

How can you encourage your kids to write? Really all it takes is a little creativity on your part. At Bee Hive, we love combining writing with visual projects. “It’s like their heads are full of stories, but they’ve only got the basic writing tools down, so including illustration affords a broader opportunity to express themselves,” explains Rachel.

Another easy thing to do is to watch for things in books that either you are reading together or they are reading on their own that is really making an impression on your kids. For instance, on a recent road trip, we listened to the audio version of The Penderwicks by Jeanne Birdsall, which has a lot of dialogue. Afterwards, my son was going around finishing people’s sentences with – “said, mommy”. Or, “said, Olive”. Or if he just said something, he’d tag it with, “said, Cash” (Annoying? Nooooo!) He really tuned into that structure. Or maybe your child really got into the butt-kicking princess character in The Princess In Black, you can suggest that she write a story with her own butt-kicking character – nothing wrong with giving your kids writing ideas and empowering them along the way. Or maybe your kids are enamored with time travel or animals with human qualities. Encourage them to create their own stories using these elements, perhaps using a visual aspect to get them going.

And, as we’ve experienced, workshops are magical. As well as  important for community building. Helping kids find their tribe.  Krista recalls, “One of the kids at a workshop declared to the other students, ‘You are so weird in the best way’. Meaning they were just like her.”

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#2 – Rock Star Pioneers

After reading Laura Ingalls Wilder’s books as a kid, I was convinced I was born in the all-wrong era. I really believed I belonged with those hardy pioneer folks on the prairie, sleeping under my homemade quilt on my homemade mattress eating homemade jam with my ever-expanding family in my hand-built-by-Pa-cabin. Regardless of the t.v shows, which I watched religiously,  that brought the hardships and suffering to life quite vividly – I still have some horrible barn-burning at night scene seared into my memory – pioneer life was definitely the life for me.

And so…I’m not sure how I choose the timing, but when Olive, my daughter, was 7 and my son Cash was 5, we had a Little House on the Prairie year at my house. We read all nine books – one after the other.  And this time we were all riveted.

Pioneer life was not for the faint of heart. The artisans of today who are pickling all things pickle-able and making small-batch cheeses and sausages and creating lovely soaps from herbs they’ve locally sourced, are awesome. But the Ingalls and the Wilders and their contemporaries were doing all that stuff plus surviving long winters; and fighting off unfriendly Native Americans; and suffering – they and their animals – from all manner of sickness and disease; and just struggling to survive at the most base level. Our running commentary as we read the books was made up of “Whoa” and “No way!” and “What?” and lots of sad whimpers for lost animals, ruined crops, plenty of near-death experiences, and all the hardships that were the nature of life during this time.

The Long Winter – book six in the series – is truly an unbelievable account of seven months of blizzards. Mother Nature at her mid-western harshest in a way we haven’t seen in our life time. The whole town the Ingalls were staying in at the time, would have perished from hunger if Almanzo Wilder, Laura’s future husband, and Cap Garland another unreasonably brave 19-year-old young man hadn’t gone on horseback in search of some wheat that they heard might be being kept by a man who might live somewhere out there in the middle of nowhere. Somehow, in a blinding blizzard with no visible markers to lead their way, Cap and Almanzo found the man, got the wheat, brought it back – once again in a blinding blizzard – and the town lived on basically wheat and melted snow bread for the next three months. We were on the edge of our seats! The three of us were swooning over just how  self-reliant these guys were (Almanzo’s nickname was Manly). (And Pa! The man could skin a bear, single-handily build a house, protect his family from any sort of intruder – man or beast – walk across the prairie for days, and play a mean fiddle!)

Of all the stark contrasts between then and now that these books illuminate, the most striking is the isolation. Not the isolation of pioneer life…The isolation that becomes so apparent, is our isolation today.

Of all the stark contrasts between then and now that these books illuminate, the most striking is the isolation.

Not the isolation of pioneer life, everything was totally interconnected then: though homesteads may have been a few miles apart – neighbors knew exactly what was going on with one another and always had each other’s backs. Ravaged crops, fatal illnesses, starvation in winter-time – whatever challenge, these people were never alone. Good times – barn risings, literary salons, spelling bees, winter sled rides – always enjoyed and celebrated as a community. Families read out loud to one another, played music, crafted, chatted, etc.

The isolation that becomes so apparent, is our isolation today.

Can you long for a time you never actually experienced?  Though I am so grateful for the medical advances in the last one hundred and fifty years.  And of course, all the social progress that’s been made. I can’t help but wish for more for Olive and Cash. Rather then being mesmerized by accounts of community support and human connection that they read about in a book about a long time ago – I can’t help but wish that today people sitting at the same table at a restaurant would have conversations rather than being buried in their phones; or that everyone knew their neighbors names; or that commerce was done in real-time with real people rather than by a click on a screen; or that socializing was done face to face rather than by way of media. I love to think that at some point things will revert back to a more interconnected sort of nature. That our kids will grow up and right along the artisan pickles and cured meats, the spirit of community will also flow. That is my hope. In the mean time, I believe Olive is on her third round of reading the The Little House series. Just like her mom – she was born in the all-wrong era.

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The First Chronicle…

When I opened the Bee Hive five and a half years ago –  the hope was for it to be a gathering place of sorts. The name Bee Hive is meant to be symbolic for a hub of activity. My vision was of the community coming together to read, listen, gather, hang out, connect. My experience since then has been that it can be challenging to bring people together. Clearly, there is a lot that has to line up in order to do so successfully  – especially for people with kids. Timing, weather, interest, promoting properly, conflicting events, and etc. So, while I haven’t given up on the store being a community space, my expectations have shifted in light of having a more realistic perspective. I do however still feel there is opportunity to connect. It is what drew me to reading and books from the beginning – that shared experience of the human condition always made me feel less of a freak and more a part of something. As so perfectly said by F. Scott Fitzgerald: “That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”

I am not the same person I was when I first opened the doors of the Bee Hive – both as a business owner and as a human being. There have been many bumps in the road – the recession, the habitual ease of online shopping that has become the norm for many people, weather – crazy weather, the very slim profit margin of selling books – especially kids’ book, politics, the transitional nature  of the Bee Hive’s neighborhood over the past few years, a learning curve…My kids are no longer small – they were 17 months and three when I opened the store, now 7 and 9.  Not only have my kids grown up – but the Bee Hive and I have grown up as well. And as much as I was planning on and hoping that once we hit that five-year mark, Bee Hive would be established and out of the woods – this year – 2017, for whatever reason, has been the most challenging year yet for the store. January has always been my toughest month – this year, every month has been January. And yet even though it may not be sustainable for long with the way things have been going this year, if presented with the opportunity to get out tomorrow – I wouldn’t do it. I may be crazy, but I still feel strongly about there being a space – in this day and age of physical stores disappearing daily and 6-year-olds owning tablets – for small, local stores with soul. Places that you can go in and have real personal experiences with people who know your name and what you’ve read and where your kids go to school and which Harry Potter book they’re on. How awesome a feeling is that?

This blog is another stab at nurturing a connection. As I mentioned my kids are growing, the Bee Hive is evolving, I am too – I hope. There’s got to be something in this experience that perhaps someone out there can relate to too. And even if it is just one person who reads one blog post and somehow feels validated or an urge to high five or maybe just has a chuckle – that would make me so happy.

More to come…I really hope you’ll stay tuned.