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Informationen zum Autor Julie Bogart is the creator of the award-winning, innovative Brave Writer program, teaching writing and language arts to thousands of families for over twenty years. She is the founder of Brave Learner Home, which supports homeschooling parents through coaching and teaching, and the host of the popular Brave Writer podcast. Bogart holds a BA from UCLA and an MA from Xavier University, where she’s worked as an adjunct professor. Her five adult kids were homeschooled for seventeen years. Bogart is also the author of The Brave Learner . Klappentext A guide for parents to help children of all ages process the onslaught of unfiltered information in the digital age. Education is not solely about acquiring information and skills across subject areas, but also about understanding how and why we believe what we do. At a time when online media has created a virtual firehose of information and opinions, parents and teachers worry how students will interpret what they read and see. Amid the noise, it has become increasingly important to examine different perspectives with both curiosity and discernment. But how do parents teach these skills to their children? Drawing on more than twenty years’ experience homeschooling and developing curricula, Julie Bogart offers practical tools to help children at every stage of development to grow in their ability to explore the world around them, examine how their loyalties and biases affect their beliefs, and generate fresh insight rather than simply recycling what they’ve been taught. Full of accessible stories and activities for children of all ages, Raising Critical Thinkers helps parents to nurture passionate learners with thoughtful minds and empathetic hearts. Leseprobe Introduction I knelt next to boxes of opened letters addressed to my grandparents scattered on the carpet in the living room. My two aunts and I paged through each one to determine which to keep and which to toss. My beloved Bapa had died. His wife survived him, but she suffered from dementia. I popped open the top of a more recent box of letters. These had been written within the last year. No stamps. I stripped the vanilla pages from their unsealed envelopes to discover love letters penned by my grand-father to his wife of sixty plus years. Eva had lost the ability to speak coherently and had forgotten her own name. My heart squeezed, imag-ining my grandfather writing to the woman he had loved for decades, willing her to understand, knowing she couldn’t read a word. My Bapa’s beautiful penmanship curled into paragraphs of memory.He wrote, “Eva, remember when we climbed the little hilltop to-gether, where I first made love to you?” My jaw dropped. My Catholic grandfather— talking about his 1930s love affair with my grandmother before they were married. I stopped my two aunts from their estate duties. “June, Shevawn, listen to this!” I read the paragraph aloud, and the much younger of my two aunts, Shevawn, whooped, declaring, “And they lectured me about the sanctity of my virginity before marriage! What’s up with that?” My other, more serious and older aunt, a professor of ethics and religion and a former nun, immediately capped our howling laughter. “That can’t mean what you think it means!” She avoided saying the words. I did not: “You mean sex? Come on, June! Imagine Eva, Phil? Taking a roll in the hay on the hill where they first declared their love for each other? It’s romantic! Incredible!” I teased her to lighten the mood. She wasn’t amused, but Shevawn laughed louder. After a moment, June leaked a small smile, considering the torrid possibility of her parents having sex before marriage, and gently told us to calm down, that we had work to do. She had allowed herself the possibility of my interpretation— a moment of amusement— but she would not be swaye...
