This is really not my typical blogging material. But…
Dark told me on Monday that Jan Berenstain, co-author of the Berenstain Bears, had died. It didn’t really register until last night, when I started looking it up for myself. Then I realized the Berenstain Bears had been a large piece of my childhood.

I love reading; I always have. I remember the Berenstain Bears from when I first encountered them in the first grade. I remember a corner of the classroom where we had a bookshelf with books we could read when we had free time. I went to the library to try to read as many different Berenstain Bears books as I could. The thing I loved most about the Berenstain Bears was that it was all so “relate-able”: I could see how it was wrong for Brother Bear and Sister Bear to misbehave, I could see Mama and Papa Bear’s struggles. At the end of every story, there was always a lesson to learn.








