Tag: books

I just can’t read one more stinking page! Best Books of 2014

Phew…. at least I got that off my chest. Once upon a time – before kid – before marriage – before my eyes were opened to the reality of other people needing me. Ugh. I used to devour one “meaningful” book after another. My brain knew no bounds, I just sucked it all in, and even

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My Son’s Brain is Not Public Domain

I remember when I was a Political Science major, I had this amazing professor who had us read a whole list of books on Utopias; just so we would be sure that we knew what a Utopia was, and that we didn’t live in one. After my son was born I began reading Young Adult

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Music to Tame The Savage Beast

  Last night the little man was in prime form. It’s funny when you can connect behavior to things you have read – it a reminds me of how normal life really is.  Tonight, he was Max from Where the Wild Things Are; just when Max yelled at his mom “I’ll eat you up!”.  That was

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I Cannot Live Without Sheldon, Shawn, and Sherlock

Today’s Finish the Sentence Friday is, “I am very passionate about.” Well, there are a lot of gimme’s so I’m not gonna go there, kids, writing, eating….you know, the important stuff. The thing is, these days I have so little no time to myself that I am seriously jonesing for my TV! Not to mention the

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Is he knitting yet?

Nope.  He’s not knitting, he’s not reading either.  I started to think about these things on my drive home from dog training class tonight.  The conversation was sparked when I mentioned Isaiah didn’t read, he’s 7.  I explained that we were following the Waldorf ideals in our homeschooling and someone else piped in, “well is

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This is about “Breaking” the parenting mold, isn’t it?

It’s been a while since I’ve posted.  And I’m sorry about that.  I’ve been on sort of a mental sabbatical.  And when I say mental, I truly mean that I believe my senses have been dangerously close to leaving me.  It’s amazing how easily you can forget who you are.  Especially when the pressure is

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The Social Experiment Part One

I feel like Isaiah is a social experiment.  Well, I don’t just feel like it.  It is almost intentional.   The fact is, I completely shelter him from outside influences.  There is no pop culture in his life.  No TV, no movies (post 1970), no pop music (post 1990), no video games.  We are living in

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