Superman/Wonder Woman Vol. 3: Casualties of War collects issues #13-17 and is written by Peter J. Tomasi
The Story (aka from the Publisher)
Superman and Wonder Woman—two of the world’s mightiest heroes—are the ultimate power couple. And yet, when a new superhero arrives out of nowhere asking for their guidance, the two Justice Leaguers can’t help but suspect that something is very, very wrong. Wonderstar has no past, no memories and only a strange connection to Superman and Wonder Woman. He claims his intentions are good, but when his true identity is finally revealed, it will take the combined strength of the Man of Steel and the God of War to take him on.
Year after year, during the week of Thanksgiving, families gather around the television to watch A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. Since it first aired on November 20, 1973, it has become as much of the holiday tradition as the turkey, the Macy’s Parade, and backyard football.
It is a welcome site when our television screens begin projecting this classic cartoon. We find comfort that Charlie Brown still doesn’t kick that football, and that Snoopy is given more responsibility than the average beagle. Comforting especially when department stores quickly replace Halloween decorations with Christmas ones; when politicians debate who should and should not be welcomed; and when saying, “Thank you,” seems to be nothing more than the reminders of a nagging parent.
In the special, Sally tells Charlie Brown that she went to the store to get a turkey tree and there was all this “Christmas stuff.” Later she laments, “I haven’t even finished eating all my Halloween candy!” (even though she was in the pumpkin patch with Linus on Halloween). We feel Sally’s pain. Before we even get to Thanksgiving, we are bombarded with Christmas music, Christmas sales, and Christmas decorations.
Has the materialism of Christmas caused a forgetting of the tradition of Thanksgiving?
Monkeys and Crocodiles Play Baseball, Angel Krishna, Global Publishing Group, 2015.
This is a fun, little book for children about a group of monkeys who are playing baseball. It’s what they do every Sunday afternoon. But one Sunday there were no coconuts to be found. They couldn’t play baseball without a coconut to use as their ball.
The only solution to their dilemma is to go to the other side of the island to get more coconuts, which means crossing the river. But they cannot cross the river with help from the crocodiles. The crocodiles see the monkeys coming and know that they are going to ask for help to get across the river. Continue reading
I Can Roar!, Frank Asch, Kids Can Press, 2015.
In this combination of two previous Asch books from 1997 I Can Blink Like an Owl and I Can Roar Like a Lion, children have the opportunity to pretend to be many different animals by putting their faces up to the cut-out hole at the center of the board book.
This is a great little board book for children ages 2-4. It’s a great way for them to learn different animals and be creative. For example, one page says, “I can baa like a sheep,” and another, “I can puff my cheeks like a squirrel.”
Here’s a preview video so you can get the idea:
In anticipation for their new film, The Good Dinosaur, Disney invites you and your kids to look for Arlo. When you do, there is an exclusive clip from the film, which opens November 25.
Click here to find Arlo.
Convergence collects issues #0-8 of Convergence and is written by Jeff King.
The Story (aka from the Publisher)
Once, there were Infinite Earths. Untold timelines. Innumerable Elseworlds. Then there came a Crisis…a Zero Hour…a Flashpoint. Worlds lived. Worlds died. Now they all must fight for their future! The evil alien intelligence known as Brainiac has stolen 50 doomed cities from throughout time and space and brought them to a place beyond the Multiverse—a sentient planet of his own design, a world with the power of a god. As heroes and villains from dozens of worlds battle each other for their very existence, it’s up to a ragtag band of warriors from a slain Earth to put an end to this threat that bends the Multiverse to its will. Reality itself hangs in the balance… This is it! The entire DC Universe from the dawn of time through the New 52 stars in CONVERGENCE — an unprecedented event that brings together your favorite characters from every era and series. Whether familiar or forgotten, none of them will ever be the same!
Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, first published in 1843, is now a classic. The short novel tells the story of Ebenezer Scrooge, the wealthy man who despises the Christmas holiday and all of its cheer. The book has been reborn in various film versions throughout the decades. My favorite version is Mickey’s Christmas Carol.
I was on my iPhone, causally scrolling through my Twitter feed, when I realized that there were a lot of things being said about Paris. I turned the news on, and saw the reports of what would be multiple attacks across the city, killing hundreds. I like many have been in a state of shock over the events. To the point that my journaling was just a list of words or phrases, no complete sentences, reflecting the impossibility of complete thoughts forming.
Today, I attempted to form that list of words and phrases into a prayer:
Rich Wilkerson, Jr. is known for a lot of things. He is a fourth generation Pentecostal pastor. He took a young adult Bible study into being nine weeks into a new church plant. He is the pastor who officiated the wedding of Kanye West and Kim Kardashian. He and his wife, DawnCheré, star in the a new reality show, Rich in Faith, on the Oxygen channel. And this week, he adds author to that list.
Wilkerson’s book, Sandcastle Kings, uses four powerful stories from Luke 7 to explain why spiritual fulfillment cannot be found in ourselves, in other people, in material things, or even in organized religion. By examining the stories of the centurion’s faith, the resurrection of the widow’s son, Jesus’ message about John the Baptist, and the anointing by the woman with the alabaster jar, Wilkerson helps the reader take a closer look at all the ways in which we build sand castles that will one day be wiped away by the storm.
I left the house, most likely barefoot, and started walking through the woods. There was a path that had been worn in the dirt from all the other times I had walked this path. It is what I did when I needed to clear my head, ponder something, or escape from the stressors of teenage life. I would later have the epiphany that what was really happening was prayer. I was communing with the Creator.
There was an old stump by the creek where I would go and sit and think . . . . .I mean, pray.