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The Story Garden

 After some gentle nudging from my students (and a little tug on my own heart), I’ve started something new—The Story Garden.

This is a small podcast where my kindergartners—and any little listeners who would like to join us—can come and listen to stories. Some are old and well-loved, like Uncle Wiggily. Others are stories I’ve written over the years—first for my own boys, and now for the children I teach.

My hope is simple.

I want to give children a place to slow down, listen, and grow their imaginations. In a world full of fast-moving images, there is something quietly powerful about hearing a story and cultivating the pictures in your own mind.  Reading books aloud is a great way to germinate the love of reading in children.

Like any good garden, this one will grow slowly—with care, intention, and a bit of wonder along the way.

To learn more about the first story I am reading on the podcast click here.  If you’d like to listen, you can find The Story Garden on Spotify by clicking the image below:








I’m so happy to share this little spot of reading goodness with you.

With love,
Mrs. Sandoz 🌿

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