SAFETY IS A HUMAN RIGHT. It's okay if you or your child(ren) are considering home educating due of the continual rise in school violence. If you consider or decide to home educate in light of school violence, people may say that you've let fear win. Or that you're being unreasonable. But is that true? Security … Continue reading Safety is a Human Right
""We raise our most capable rural children from the beginning to expect that as soon as possible they will leave and that if they are successful they will never return. We impose upon them, an affect, a kind of homelessness."" If they were good they wouldn't be in the country, they'd be somewhere else. … Continue reading The Need for Rural Revolutionaries
Coping is purging and processing of hurts, horrors, and helplessness in order to find relief and restoration. It's emotional housekeeping. If done well, it improves our quality of life. Cope wisely.
"We need four hugs a day for survival. We need eight hugs a day for maintenance. We need twelve hugs a day for growth." ~Virginia Satir, family therapist I like to walk up to my husband and kids and hug them for no reason. But there really is no such thing as a hug … Continue reading 12 Hugs a Day
What's on your mind? It says in gray. The same old question every day. What's on my mind? It's quite a bit. But most folks just don't give a shit. Whats on your mind? It's how we share. Does every “like” mean someone cares? What's on my mind? It says, “Don't say.” I'm sure I'll … Continue reading The Art of Oversharing
As a white woman in my thirties, I'm supposed to tell you that wine makes life suck less. I actually tested this popular method out for a little while, only to find my problems are proficient swimmers. Needless to say, the so-called "relief" was short-lived. Obviously, for the best. Alcoholism definitely does NOT make life … Continue reading Curiosity Makes Life Suck Less
I didn't know it at the time, but the last time I blogged (December 30, 2017) turned out to be the last day of my mother's life. She was only 52 years old. The same age my father was when he passed away a little over two years ago. Strange, huh? They say that death … Continue reading The Trauma of Everyday Life