About Read to Kids

Pre-published Picture Book author, member of SCBWI, published poet, past 21st Century after-school assistant, a graduate of University of Illinois at Springfield.


I’m very late posting this review of another amazing Josh Funk Picture Book.

As summer faded into a sunny but chilling fall day, I reached for a sweater and retrieved a box from our front porch. Yes!

Inside was the latest book from the team of Josh Funk and Brendan Kearney:

Lady Pancake & Sir French Toast,


Pancake and French Toast are meeting to decide what to do about the sub-zero temperature inside the refrigerator when Agent Asparagus invites them to join the Fridge Bureau of Investigation team. But the Agent suddenly disappears, and Pancake and French Toast are left on their own, unless a previous villain, Baron von Waffle, will guide them through the refrigerator.

This Picture Book is cleverly written in fetching rhyme and illustrated with fun, animated characters and golden embossed emblems on an icy, blue jacket cover. But what makes this an outstanding read, is the question a young story-lover may ask: “He (Baron von Waffle) used to be the bad guy. Can he change and be a friend?”

Check it out  Mission Defrostable  rated on GOODREADS







by Josh Funk and illustrated by Stevie Lewis

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One grandson had said, “You can’t get lost in a library. I don’t believe it.”

As two boys began to read, they were intrigued by the complexity of the New York Library structure and a descriptive metaphor that measured Astor Hall by elephants and buffalo.

Since everyone one is taught to speak softly in a library, both grandsons understood how worried Lion, Fortitude, had become when he had to roar to get the attention of the voices in the hall. His good Lion friend, Patience, was lost. But they both must return to their posts at the library entrance before the city awakens.

Illustrator, Stevie Lewis, uses luminous colors, reflecting the time of day, and is sensitive to the feelings of the characters and the prominence of this iconic structure.

Thanks to author, Josh Funk, readers can become acquainted with the interesting history of the New York Library, following the story. This is a book for every library. It’s a story of friendship and feelings, surprise after surprise, magnificent words, and it confirms my belief that Picture Books are not just for children.

After finishing the book, you’ll probably want to visit the library. GO HERE!

For quality, artful, publishing, I thank Henry Holt and Company.

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Winner of 2016 PEN New England Susan P. Bloom Children’s Book Discovery Award

Author: Michelle Cusolito www.michellecusolito.com

Illustrator: Nicole Wong www.nicole-wong.com

I must confess. I would never have known the existence of a Dumbo Octopus or a Ghost Crab or tube worms, and more, without reading FLYING DEEP, written by, Michelle Cusolito, and illustrated by, Nicole Wong.

Two grandsons who keep me company in the summer months were not as sold on the book, at first. They are good swimmers and were not bothered one bit by three passengers who are sinking to the bottom of the ocean while aboard Alvin, a small, submersible. They were concerned about how long it took to arrive at the bottom.

I began the story at the back of the book. The illustrations were compelling. The Glossary defined Dumbo Octopus and tube worms as living organisms. If we were inside Alvin, would we see them? We read facts about how far down Alvin must travel. How long would that take? We began turning pages faster, and the boys read, too.

“Look, there’s a Ghost Crab! Those aren’t flowers, Grandma. They’re tube worms”
FLYING DEEP was an exciting journey that opened our eyes to the wonders of the ocean.

To learn more about ALVIN, go to www.whoi.edu/main/hov-alvin
Thank you, Charlesbridge Publishing and Eight Cousins bookstore in Falmouth, MA. Thank you, Tara Lazar, for a STORYSTORM day with Michelle Cusolito.                        Thank you, Michelle, for signing my copy of your award-winning book.


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by Josh Funk with illustrations by Sara Palacios

Some unexpected and annoying happenings have kept Pearl from building a sandcastle. But today is her last day at the beach. Maybe her robot, Pascal, can help, but a sandcastle can take all afternoon to make. Will they finish in time?

Although this Picture Book promotes the fact that more girls are coding, it’s also a fun story about a girl who plans, doesn’t give up when things go wrong, wisely brings her robot to help, and figures out all the steps that lead to her goal.

Wisely, Josh Funk wrote this funny story about a serious subject that’s interesting to kids. Kids learn coding terms while reading and seeing the effects of sequences and loops with the turn of a page.

I purchased this book at a nearby store on May 22, 2018. With permission, I am happy to review it. Checked the facts at GirlsWhoCode .

“JOSH FUNK?” you ask.

Yes, he’s the one who teamed with illustrator Brendan Kearney to introduce LADY PANCAKE AND SIR FRENCH TOAST and a second adventure, THE CASE OF THE STINKY STENCH.

Josh has lots of fun for kids on his Website, JoshFunkBooks. If you head over to his Website, you’ll be able to watch a book trailer about one more trip to the refrigerator, coming soon.


Today my short blog may give you some insight on the fuzzy, furious mind of a writer. Today I completed Tara Lazar’s STORY STORM writing challenge, getting 30 ideas or titles in 30 days from the amazing guest bloggers that greeted me each day this January, 2018.

I’m ready with 5 BEST IDEAS to connect with agents if I’m one of the Grand Prize Winners this year. If not, I sure have plenty of ideas to turn into a manuscript (two drafts already), thanks to Tara’s program.

Yesterday, I still had two blank lines until I remembered that Vivian Kirkfield wrote a sweet story about Sarah. But what if my character was not so sweet? Josh Nash wrote that he is “always on the clock.” Off to the prompt care with my spouse, I grabbed my notebook and wrote a new draft.

Creativity begets more creativity. If you don’t stop, you’ll never run out of ideas. And some will be great.

Most thankful for children’s author, Tara Lazar, who gives inspiration to writers all year on her blog.  https://Writing for Kids (While Raising Them).com



I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream For … Cotton Candy!

WHAT A SWEET TREAT! Many thanks to children’s book author, Lauri Fortino, @Lauri14o for posting; with thanks to author/poet Jill Esbaum for sharing the story of COTTON CANDY in a new picture book by Ann Ingalls, illustrated by Miggy Blanco.

Source: I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream For … Cotton Candy!


A friend and author, Vivian Kirkfield viviankirkfield , creator of the “50 Precious Words” contest, inspired me to write a Haiku for children, age 12 and under. Finally, after three tries, I’ve composed an entry to my satisfaction. In the end, it was great fun, Vivian. Thank you. Many stories in 50 words will be posted today on Vivian’s blog.

by Pamela Miller

Faces peering out
“Why is Jack Frost not about?”
Fog-free window panes

Smelled the weighted air
February never fair
New red sled hangs ‘round

Cloudy, down pouring
Loud, the old Grandpa snoring
Soft, hair white as snow

March teased with flurries
Then shouting, sledding, I burst
Now? It’s April first!

I Believe

Is this about God? Ah, yes, but this is not a comparison or renunciation of other faiths or non-believers. This is my faith story, one that recounts a Christmas story that I’ve told and retold and always remember this time of year.

I belief in God who is and always shall be. I believe God is absolute (meaning perfect) and divine (meaning not human) and omnipotent (meaning all powerful). I can’t produce God by scientific or logical means. But His presence can be felt. His love can shine through the eyes of others. His power can be known when miracles occur, as they still do today. (An event for which there is no scientific or logical explanation is, by definition, a miracle.)

In the simplest explanation, when I have believed, God’s presence happened to me. As a child, tiring of a morning-long service, I leaned on Grandma and watched her index finger following the words of the hymns. Hearing that God’s love was like her love, I easily accepted because I was always sure that Grandma loved me a lot.

Yet, in my adult life there were times when I didn’t pray, didn’t accept an opportunity to learn about Him, and I wondered how God could really know me and understand my problems.

An author, now deceased, Karleen Koen, wrote an extraordinary novel, Through a Glass Darkly, and an international best-selling sequel, Now Face to Face (Random House, 1995). In both novels, a couple of pages past the copyright and acknowledgements, these scripture verses were written:

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child. I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three, but the greatest of these is charity.”

I Corinthians 13:11-13

Karleen Koen likened the above scripture to her heroine’s moving from the past and facing the present. The understanding of “charity” is love, not romantic love but the love of God, oneself, and benevolence for all mankind.

To me, those verses reminded me that God does know me, now, and He will know me when I die. Perhaps, my challenge is to believe and accept God so that I might know Him.

On December 23, 1965, my husband and I began the drive from Nashville, Tennessee, to Springfield, Illinois, to be back with our families for our first Christmas together. We left after 11:00 p.m. because he attended school at night. We had traveled about two hours when I asked him to roll up the car window. His smoking bothered me, so the car window had been down, off and on.

Some of this story has been repeated many times to me by others because rolling up the window was the last thing I remembered, until I gained consciousness in the emergency room of a hospital in West Frankfort, Illinois.

On that newly finished, dark, empty stretch of highway, we were overcome by exhaust fumes in our old automobile.  Asleep at the wheel, my husband’s foot depressed the accelerator as we left the curved road at an underpass. The car became airborne, flipping end over end about nine times. The pressure was so great inside the car that it pushed the rear window out and sent it sliding, all in one piece, down the highway.

A lone semi driver found us. My husband had landed in the back seat. His collapsed lung made his condition deadly. The driver thought he might have run over my leg. Reportedly, he was told that the leg would be smashed if he had. Fortunately, I had been thrown from the car on the first roll and had a compound fracture of one leg.

Under the heat of the emergency room lights, I became aware of the situation to some extent. I couldn’t see. I felt the light. And my voice was praying The Lord’s Prayer. I felt my clothes being separated from my body. A voice cried, “My God! This girl is pregnant!”

In and out of sleep, I wasn’t sure why I had to wait for my broken leg to be set; and I was uncertain of the ache in my low back. Trying to make me comfortable with pillows, my nurse asked that I lay as quietly as I could. I received an injection. And then, we waited.

Today, over 50 years and four children, 10 grandchildren, and one Angel grandson who could only stay seven months, my spouse and I don’t give our old injuries much thought. All our children were born healthy and strong and smart. Our first child, a boy, was more of a risk taker, but he has children of his own, now.

The point of sharing my story is to let you know that if you are lying flat on your back, on the highway, in the middle of the night, YOU ARE NOT ALONE! You are always in the palm of God’s hand.