Because reasons. Because reasons is now my go-to explanation for when life goes pear-shaped sideways and things don’t get done. It’s shorthand for “I am in so far over my head that it would take a couple hours plus at …
“Pick your battles.” Every mom has heard that piece of advice, starting from the very first time her precious snowflake uttered the word “NO!” with a vehemence not to be believed, in a volume rivaling that of an F-16, with …
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. Words matter. Words may be a clunky method of exchanging thoughts and ideas with others, but it’s the best and most efficient manner of …
I lurves me some Pinterest. I’ve been on the site a long time; I can’t remember how long, but it was back when they were only allowing a few people in at a time and needed an invite. I scored …
Tomorrow I leave for a few days, toddling on down south to Indianapolis, for the annual National Association for Gifted Children conference. It’s my first time to go, and I’m presenting at that. Well, co-presenting. But it’s on homeschooling gifted …
I’ve had a love-hate relationship with homeschooling since the moment we pulled A from school. Hell, even before we pulled him. It’s a mental tug-o-war, a high-speed cha-cha, played out daily in my head. I love you I hate you get …
The irony is not lost on me, that I am breaking my self-imposed self-care hiatus from my blog to write about self-care. (That is irony, Alanis!) (And if it’s not irony, hush, I’m tired.) Fall has fallen with a resounding thud here …
Forty-eight hours from now our schooling year begins. I will have one young son hopping on the big yellow cracker box, headed to a year of fourth grade, and another that will need to be dynamited out of bed to …
Us and them. That’s actually the title of a back to school article in Chicago Parent, about “talking to your kids about special needs.” There are so many things wrong with that title I don’t even know where to start. …
I hate being patronized. Treated with a gentle smile and empty eyes and insincere words. It happens in only one area of my life, because as a flutist and teacher and writer and volunteer I am treated with more respect. …
