Forced perspective
Earlier today I was mentally working on a post about how to really suck at parenting, because I think I qualify for expert status. This morning A had a couple baby teeth extracted; they weren’t moving and the adult teeth …
Earlier today I was mentally working on a post about how to really suck at parenting, because I think I qualify for expert status. This morning A had a couple baby teeth extracted; they weren’t moving and the adult teeth …
You’d think with the radio silence around here lately that I would have been reading up a storm. Not so much. The stack of library books here mocking me is certainly testament to that. Oh, how I miss the days …
Boy, I wish I had a great story for the radio silence of the last several weeks. Something cool like Tiffani picking up her family and taking off on a one-way ticket to South America. Alas, nothing fun or exciting, …
Once upon a not-so-very long time ago, I could sleep anywhere. That only sounds illicit, but I didn’t say with anyone, but anywhere. Long plane rides were never a problem (the one exception being the Ireland flight of 1998, followed …
I’m participating in today’s Unschooling blog hop. I barely feel qualified; I still see myself as a green, brand-new homeschooler. Never mind that it’s been 15 months, I still have no clue what I’m doing. I’ve been told that that …
After the painful chaos of 2009-2012, my plan for this year was to regroup, heal, and frankly, be happier. I’d had enough. Three months in and not a whole lotta change happening here. I’m still overwhelmed and overextended and not …
My parents hosted paella night last night at their condo. Just us, my brother’s family, and some good friends with their kids. All told, five young boys under the age of eleven, three of them two and under. I now really …
Reading books on the topic of giftedness is difficult for me, something I’ve shamefully admitted to before. Once I’ve gotten through the day, homeschooling a twice-exceptional son with all the fun that often entails, the last thing I want to …
People find it hard to believe that I lived in Colorado for 14 years and never once went skiing. At first it was because we had moved out there so I could get my masters in flute. Breaking something, as …
Dear Mr. Godin, Reading your books and posts over the last few years, I’ve come to know you as a thoughtful, concise writer. I introduced your writings to my husband, who immediately saw the importance of your words…words that helped …