Getting Credit

Credit cards advertisements really are a study in tremendous irony.  They almost ubiquitously vaunt the amount of freedom that their card will give the cardholder. Which is hilarious and ironic to anyone who ever had to swear off credit cards because they were an absolute albatross around ones neck. The thing any 18 year old…

Love and Logic, natural consequences and limitations on each

Like plenty of moms, in the bucket of my tools to work with my kids figures prominently the Love and Logic way of doing things and the concept of natural consequences.  Letting kids experience the consequence of their strong decision to not wear a coat on a 50 degree day.  Or run downhill in flip…

Should old acquaintance

Sometimes contrast walks in. Its name is an old friend with whom I used to whoop it up. Its name is an old friend I may have hurt. Its name is someone who doesn’t believe I could be different now. My kids sleep in the tent surrounded by old warm coco cups now holding water…

Camp for moms. Why don’t they have them?

Wouldn’t it be cool if there was a camp for moms? We could sleep in super comfy beds all separated in nice rooms on a beach and there would be plans that included fun stuff like foot massages and book reading and thermal pools and going to garage sales with a wad of cash and…

The end of the year of living domestically.

At some point in the middle of my life, after some abrupt and major family events, I stopped and said “Wait, I can do hard things, but I don’t have to do ALL the hard things ALL at the SAME TIME.” So I stopped some of the hard things, and thus began the year of…

The Every Day…early 2014

Most of life is made up of the Every Day.  The Hours and the Minutes.  The view from your windshield during traffic, the papers on your desk, the phone call that may upset or may be almost totally ignored.  The batter getting mixed for something for a friend, the book read to a child, the…

The Easter Garden

Every now and then it happens that I have a day that is not planned to the teeth.  Those days can be strangely hard, in that I almost have no idea what to do with myself. As a mom of 2 kids plus one bonus kid on a sort of “furlough” not working as a…

How is everything? 1000 tiny things

Recently I got to meet with a friend who is… how do you say?  Life saver?  Respite?  Oasis?  After telling her my heart, she said “Do you have anyone to talk to?  Are you writing?” or something like this. Yes, but it is raw, messy writing.  Nothing I would put my name to.  Raw like…

Kwajalein Atoll: Escape and imagination fuel

For several years now, I have randomly chosen deserted islands and atolls never before known to me to investigate. Sometimes they sound lonely.  Sometimes they sound amazing.  Sometimes I can imagine living there, just to get away from a not great day.  In truth, my research is just a way of coping.  I imagine, I…

Fixing and Escaping: The story of a surfing nun wannabe

Once a year the gates are opened for me by sheer good fortune to leave my life and go to a beach near our home, about an hour away.  It is always a wonderful time, regardless of the weather. I get a chance to sit with thoughts and figure things out a little.  Read.  Work…

The Summer Day by Mary Oliver

Found this, it is perfect. Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean— the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of…

School at home

Looks like this… Map coloring…   Geography doing… (learning to read the key, major excitement here, but at least I am dressed like a ferocious tiger…)     Measuring to see how many miles.. Our classroom, a.k.a the dining room, where all squash is decorative (have I mentioned my unabashed love for Mustard Seed Farms?)……