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    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 I read is important. What I think is important. Who…

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    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 circumstances in which a cake they bake would be eaten…

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    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 front of her. The two receptionists are pirates, trapped in…

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    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 of instances where friends misunderstanding what I wrote led to…

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    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 and I’ll read a novel to them. I can’t read…

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    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 his artwork influence anyone to judge her husband’s work? The…

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    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 so they aren’t google-able, and while I’ve written about school…

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    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 speech is. It can serve to create some name recognition…

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    Homemade Rocket Ship – a post by my five year old child.

    Hello! It’s Christy’s second child back again to write another post. Today I’m writing about a fake spaceship I built. We use craft stuff to build the rocket. Only two people can fit in it.  It has an egg carton in it and there are two boxes, one green and one blue. The green one is the one I sit in. It is the engineering area. It has a control panel, as does the steering room. The engineering also has some tape in it. We also use tape to bond them together. The other one is the one my older brother sits in. My younger sister thinks she sits in…