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PORT TOBACCO, Md. – Prior to the pandemic, Benita Gibson was a newly single mom who had just moved back home to southern Maryland from California in order to raise her kids closer to their maternal grandfather. Her father Frank T. Sanders generously insisted on finding a home large enough to accommodate Gibson, her three children, and him so that Gibson could continue to be a stay-at-home and homeschooling mom for her kids.

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“I Only Eat Pizza”: Seven Pizzerias Team Up to Celebrate New Book and Promote Literacy

There are certain childhood memories that stick like melted mozzarella. For me, one of the earliest sparks of loving books didn’t come from a quiet library corner or a stern reading assignment. It came from school book fairs, those magical pop-up bazaars of glossy paperbacks and impossible promise. It came from Pizza Hut’s BOOK IT program, where reading enough pages meant a free personal pan pizza. 

National Pizza Day Event In Waldorf To Feature Children’s Book Launch

Families from across the region are invited to celebrate National Pizza Day with a free, family-friendly community event and children’s book launch on Monday, Feb. 9, 2026, at Regency Furniture Stadium.

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Local Storytelling Talent Shining in the Nation’s Capital

If you have a picky eater at home, you need to grab a copy of I Only Eat Pizza by Charles County author Benita L. Gibson. This fun story follows Harrison as he steps out of his comfort zone to try new foods, proving that bravery happens one bite at a time.

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Charles resident plans book launch on National Pizza Day

Two years ago Benita Gibson, author of “I Only Eat Pizza,” was in the kitchen when she asked her son Harrison what he wanted to eat for dinner.

Like most 10-year-olds, his reply was “pizza.”

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Before Screens Ruled the World, Pizza Got Kids to Read

There are certain childhood memories that stick like melted mozzarella. For me, one of the earliest sparks of loving books didn’t come from a quiet library corner or a stern reading assignment. It came from school book fairs, those magical pop-up bazaars of glossy paperbacks and impossible promise. It came from Pizza Hut’s BOOK IT program, where reading enough pages meant a free personal pan pizza. And it came from Saturday mornings, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, watching Geordi La Forge teach the universe how to read on Reading Rainbow while hoping there might be some of that leftover pizza in the fridge.

Who am I kidding? There were never leftovers.

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