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I’m turning left. Look, everyone, my blinker is on, and I’m turning left. I am so happy to be alive, driving along, making a left turn. I’m serious. I am doing exactly what I want to be doing at this moment: existing on a Tuesday, going about my business, on my way somewhere, turning left.
—  Amy Krouse Rosenthal, Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life
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In which John talks about his big break way back in 2002, writing, reading, the extraordinary work of Amy Krouse Rosenthal, and her new project. Amy will be at the Bean on 8/9/16 from 8:09 AM to 8:09 PM; you’ll know it’s her because of the yellow umbrella. More info at the video invitation.

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Amy Krouse Rosenthal’s ThoughtBubbler: Kindness

This is one of my favorite things in the Universe, and though I forget it from time to time, I always come back to this video. It is thoroughly inspiring and thought-provoking, and it is because of people like Amy that I want to be a better person.

You should watch it.

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Amy Krouse Rosenthal’s Thought Bubble: Kindness

I like how he’s forgiving when I shut down and retreat inward. I like how he doesn’t give me a hard time about my heap of clothes in the closet, though we both know I have less tolerance for his harmless, scattered piles. I like how he doesn’t make me feel bad about my lack of enthusiasm for important adult things like politics and Quicken. I like that I don’t mind how he smells when he sweats. I like that when we fight, he tends to have a point, and he makes it skillfully and convincingly. I like how he holds a skillet. I like his hands, they fit good with mine.
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Amy Krouse Rosenthal “Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life”

Josh came home today.  I was so happy I cried like a baby for a good 15 minutes, while he rubbed my back.  

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The Beckoning of Lovely Story (from start to finish-ish) (by Amy Krouse Rosenthal)

So I was reading Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, and I came across this passage that I just love:

Connected (versus Removed)

When I read a magazine, I feel connected to the world, in on everything. When I read a book, I feel removed from the world, isolated, as if I’ve slipped off into a soundproof booth. It is the same with listening to the radio (connected) versus listening to a CD (removed). Both fill a certain need, balance the other out. There’s the getting away, and then there’s coming back. 

I love this part, maybe because I can really relate to this. 

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The Beckoning of Lovely Story (from start to finish-ish)

(Also, cheap trick to make you watch this: Spot the Starkid!)

When I am feeling dreary, annoyed, and generally unimpressed by life, I imagine what it would be like to come back to this world for just a day after having been dead. I imagine how sentimental I would feel about the very things I once found stupid, hateful, or mundane. Oh, there’s a light switch! I haven’t seen a light switch in how long! I didn’t realize how much I missed light switches! Oh! Oh! And look– the stairs up to our front porch are still completely cracked! Hello cracks! Let me get a good look at you. And there’s my neighbor, standing there, fantastically alive, just the same, still punctuating her sentences with you know what I’m saying? Why did that bother me? It’s so…endearing.
—  RETURNING TO LIFE AFTER BEING DEAD Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, Amy Krouse Rosenthal

Just received advance copies of my newest picture book! “That’s Me Loving You”, written by the incomparable Amy Krouse Rosenthal, is a book to comfort you and your loved ones at the times when you have to be apart. Big thanks to Random House Kids for helping me bring these illustrations to life! The book will be available from booksellers everywhere at the end of December.

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BIRTHDAY: I am very glad I was born and definitely appreciate the ongoing alive status that each birthday brings, but I do not typically get into the animated birthday hoopla spirit. I do recognize, however, that for me it is a fine line between not wanting to make a big deal about my birthday but also wanting family and certain friends to dote enough to satisfy some nebulous quality/quantity acknowledge-my-birthday barometer.
—  Amy Krouse Rosenthal, Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life