My Mothers’ Day Gift to Myself

My Mothers’ Day Gift to myself is to sort my to-read pile. I’m letting myself off the hook for books I thought I would read but probably won’t. I’m committing to finishing the ones I want to finish. I’m compiling the list of other books I want to read next. I hear people talk about self-care in terms of manicures or facials, new clothing or a meal out. That’s fine. Everyone has their own tastes, but to me self-care is to tell myself that what I read is important, to value my own learning, my own thoughts and questions. What Continue reading

reflections on history and this December 19th

Today I fend of depression by immersing myself in obscure books about the 1680s. It was a very bizarre time when Anglicans in England feared the king’s religious tolerance. After all, they were used to being the ones allowed to not tolerate others. Maybe we can see it a bit like when the Conservative Christians acted as though allowing gay marriage was going to mean forcing them all to billet gay honey-mooners in their house indefinitely. Except for the Anglicans that sort of was a possibility, whereas for Conservative Christians the worst they were being asked was to ignore the Continue reading

a waiting room movie – the gift of imagination

We went into a waiting room and sat down. After a while of playing with the toys, my five year old announced that she’s watching a movie and plops herself onto a chair opposite the receptionists desk. She stared intently at the receptionist while pretending to eat imaginary theatre snacks. “This isn’t a kids movie,” she announced after a minute or two. Then she noticed a shadow as someone moves in front of a door in the inner office. “Wait,” she says, “I saw a shadow.” She then proceeded to tell me, slowly, the story, as it took place in Continue reading

to blog or not to blog

I went almost a year without blogging. In many ways, it was an experiment in privacy. I had become self-conscious about the idea that my own thoughts might be worth sharing, and hesitant about putting them out. I wasn’t completely private. I can’t stop writing, so I took to writing more on facebook in long friends-only posts. There I encountered the problem that facebook is more a place people go to express themselves than a place where people are willing to put time and energy into reading slowly enough to comprehend what someone else is saying. I had a number Continue reading

images of giftedness

I’ve started watching West Wing again, this time with my oldest son. We’re only a few episodes in and one of the things that hits me in a different way this time around are the jokes about President Bartlet being too smart. The second episode has the president using the phrase “post hoc, ergo propter hoc,” and then asking the people in the room to tell him what it means. The deputy chief of staff attempts to translate it directly and then fumbling the chief of staff explains the meaning of the phrase as a whole. It struck me as Continue reading

sick

I have some sort of respiratory infection and my voice has, for two full weeks now, been scratchy and inconsistent. It is weird having to drop out of things. There were things I was looking forward to attending, but I don’t want to while sick because I don’t want to spread the infection. This includes homeschooling activities as well as activist activities. It feels weird and lonely suddenly at home all the time. It is weird not being able to read to my children. Normally if I’m not feeling up to doing schoolwork with them at the least we’ll sit Continue reading

crowd-sourcing judgement

Some days I wonder about people. Someone has an artist for a brother, and she’s proud of his artwork so she shared on facebook some pictures he’s done that are somewhat gruesome. He draws zombies. They are a bit of an acquired taste. A local person who dislikes the woman’s husband having the job he does posts up around facebook complaining about the pictures. Within a couple of hours the artist’s sister has her facebook page locked to friends only and posts up about how frustrating all the hate-mail is. Should her loyalty to her brother and his acceptance of Continue reading

Home School Link Up

Today I am co-hosting the Home School LInk-Up with SquishableBaby.com and Unschoolingmomma.com. A link up is where people can share all sorts of posts, and this one is aimed at homeschoolers, past homeschoolers, educational buffs, want to be homeschoolers, parents, and teachers. Featured Posts If you head over to either of the two host’s sites, you’ll find the post from last week that they’ve choosen. But I wanted to choose what posts I’d feature here. So here’s my favorites: Wintery Science – frozen bubbles, over at P is for Preschool. This is cool, and though I haven’t had time to try Continue reading

Self-consciousness about blogging

I’m trying to get back into blogging after a few weeks of feeling out of things. When I started my blog I thought it would be at least semi-anonymous, and more and more I know it isn’t. I know there are at least some of the people around me reading it and I have moments again of fear about revealing to much about myself. Yet what kind of blogger can I be if unwilling to reveal my thoughts? I have all along tried to keep the blog relatively impersonal, sharing bits but not too much. I’ve tried to keep from including my children’s names Continue reading

The Sockkids Meet Lincoln

Imagine socks as silly little creatures that travel through the spin cycle into other places. One little sock finds himself on the foot of President Lincoln while Lincoln gives the Gettysburg address. I asked to be part of the blog tour for this book because I’m always looking for history stories to share with my kids. The book is listed for ages three to eight and its probably best for the younger portion. There’s a line about the appropriateness of Lincoln wearing one black and one white sock as he delivers his speech but there’s no explanation of what the Continue reading