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editorial calendar 2013


JULY food watch


plus: summer living AUGUST


rethinking cancer plus: children’s health


SEPTEMBER fitness


plus: natural beauty aids OCTOBER


environment


plus: energy therapy NOVEMBER


personal growth plus: mindfulness


DECEMBER


awakening humanity plus: holiday themes


DAD’S GOLDEN STORY HOUR


Kids Listen with their Entire Being by Clint Kelly


“S


oon, the brave little tailor and the beautiful Princess Minnie were happily married. And to think it all began with seven dead flies.” So ends The Brave Little Tailor, starring Mickey Mouse. Whenever I concluded reading with those words and attempted to close the well-worn book, I was inevitably hit with a chorus of, “Aw, Dad,” as they yearned for more.


Why had my offspring narrowed the book selections to so few predict- able favorites? Although the kids loved it, the constant repetition got to me. I rather empathized with the darker side of the original Brothers Grimm version of the tale.


It’s not that I was opposed to pull-


ing story duty. Children take comfort in the familiarity and lasting values of classic storylines. But at reading time, temptation whispered, “What they want is your time. It doesn’t matter what you read; just read…” A brief motor racing vignette in


Road & Track, perhaps, or the latest ma- jor league baseball trade analyses from


22 Hudson County NAHudson.com


Sports Illustrated? scold me.


My mind would wander. They’d


“Dad! You just said the little tailor caught seven flies in a row. It’s, ‘Seven flies at one blow,’ Dad.” Busted. Sadly, it wasn’t long before I was caught yet again. “Dad! It was Chicken Little who thought the sky was falling and The Little Red Hen who worked to bake the bread her lazy friends wouldn’t lift a finger to make. You always get them mixed up.” Verbal slips aside, the kids crowd-


ed closer. They jockeyed for posi- tion against my chest, listening to the whoosh of my heart, the cadence of the words and the conviction of my voice reverberating into their inner ears, down along their spinal columns and deep into their souls.


Still, given the choice between


Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle or the daily stock quotations, I’m afraid that Wall Street often muscled the good woman aside. My wife urged me to persist. “The children have me all day. If only for a half-hour every night, you’ve got a solid grip on the children. Don’t let


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