Six Excellent Kids Books to Replace Your Cancelled Dr. Seuss Books

Now, I am not a professional educator. I am not a civil liberties lawyer, nor am I particularly convinced that children should receive the blatantly racist messages of bygone eras to protect a dead author’s work. When the book burning commence I suppose I shall have to admit I was wrong. But til then, I can share what I do know.

What I am is a theologian, a leftist, and, most relevantly to this conversation, a stay at home dad. At this point in my life, I read an absurd amount of children’s books to my girls (ages 2 and 5 as of this writing). And so I do have a particular lens, even when I am reading to my children (which is roughly 5,629,340 hours per week).

And so I can help! You recently lost six books out of your library, you say? Here are six to replace them:

Jesus and John Wayne: Podcast

This week Jerran and Casey welcome on, as our very first guest, Dr. Kristin Kobes Du Mez, author of the excellent recent work on masculinity, militarism and the evangelical church. The book is called Jesus and John Wayne: How White Evangelicals Corrupted a Faith and Fractured a Nation. We explore the personal ramifications of this…

I Can’t Breathe | A Review

This is an entry in a series that may or may not be completely selfish. I’ve gone back and forth over the years on how best to describe my ongoing ideological journey, or truly if it’s worth describing to you, the reader, in the first place. At the same time I have a tendency to…

On The Brothers Karamazov: An Unfinished Review

A couple of months ago, I finished reading Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s profound book, The Brothers Karamazov. As the pages drew to a close, I wondered how the truth and the beauty of what I was reading might be translated. So I made some notes in my journal with the hopes of returning to these thoughts and expanding them…

Two Starting Points- Steinbeck and Kerouac

I discovered I did not know my own country. I, an American writer, writing about America, was working from memory, and the memory is at best a faulty, warpy reservoir. I had not heard the speech of America, smelled the grass and trees and sewage, seen its hills and water, its color and quality of…

Book Review- R.A. Dickey- Wherever I Wind Up

The day your coaches suggest you stop throwing your “real” pitches in favor of the silly, flighty knuckleball is a humbling day. I remember that day, as a freshman on the college baseball team, when my coach, a giant with a big heart named Chet, called me aside and effectively ended my pitching career. My…