Her First Day of Seventh Grade


Most kids are probably still enjoying the end of their summer vacations, getting in those last trips to the beach between buying school supplies and new clothes for the first big day — but my girl is starting school today instead.

Her summer camp wrapped up last week and she had a few days “off” with her dad, and now this morning we are off and running with our combination of online schooling and unschooling, because this kid (and her mom) beats to her own drummer.

That’s the beauty of homeschooling.

You can do whatever you want — or don’t want — to do.

You don’t have to get up at six in the morning to catch a bus.

You don’t have to worry about gross school lunches or even worse, trying to find someone to sit with to eat your gross school lunch.

You don’t have to break your back carrying around forty pounds of textbooks and notebooks for each class.

You don’t have to deal with picky, old school teachers.

You don’t have to deal with bullies.

You don’t even have to take your pajamas off.


And if you’re the special kind of twelve year old who is still comforted by Frozen blankets and stuffed monkeys from Build a Bear, you don’t have give up your comforts and security to go to that tenth circle of hell which is middle school.

There are other options.

There are better options.

This is absolutely the best option for us.

Good luck in seventh grade, my squido. You rock!


Dealing With a Bully's Mom

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“I really wish you would have come to me instead of going to the administrators,” the bully’s mom said to me as I tried desperately to keep my jaw from flapping open.

Where I come from, the world of decent people in an acceptable reality, that’s not how this works.

When my daughter gets bullied by your daughter, I am not going to come to you and tell you about it and, you know, ask if you’re going to try doing a better job teaching your daughter not to be a little shit, even thought that’s all I really wanted to do.

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Manifesto of the Lyric Selfie, by Becca Klaver

Our “I”s.
They are multiple.
We shuffle them
often as we like.
They can tag us.
We can untag ourselves.
We’ve got our
oh we have
got it.
We peer and cross.
Go lazy.
We’re all girly.
We’re pretty selfie.
We write our poems.
We write our manifestos.
While sitting in the photo booth.
While skipping down the street.
We think: if only my camera
could see me now.
There is a tranquil lyric
but we recollect emotion
with the speed of the feed.
We pose to show
the spontaneous overflow
of powerful feelings.
There are no more countrysides.
There are no more churchyards.
We smudge our vistas.
We flip the cam around.
What is burning in our little hearts?
Hashtags of interiority
licking like flames.
We had been reflective.
We have been reflected.

- Becca Klaver

Sunday Grace No.7

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Photo by John Baker on Unsplash

1. Elise did amazing in her first speaking roles at the Writer's Block performances. Things got hairy toward the end and I am not sure if she will be going back next summer, but I am so proud of her for how hard she worked and how well she did under the pressure of performance.

2. I went to a very dark place this week, but came out of it feeling a little better than when I went in.

3. Even though I say it all the time, I am really dedicating myself to writing more on Medium this week. I mean, I really, really am. 

4. Working on a new project with Hannah and Rebecca, which makes me feel alive and useful in ways that most other things don't, so I guess it's a good thing to dedicate my time and work to something that may not provide monetary compensation if it's livening me up in other ways.

5. I've decided that from now on I'm going to be honest with how I feel about people, and tell them. Because I am so tired of all the haters and whiners and do-nothings in my life, they are bringing me down with them, like a fucking ton of bricks around my neck that I need to let go.

This is where I am this week. Crawling up out of the darkness, trying to remember that there are really bright lights out there if I go looking for them. 

Why I Started Homeschooling

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Photo by Michael Liao on Unsplash

Many moons ago, before my daughter was school aged, and so, before we knew of all my daughter’s disabilities, I got in a fight with a woman who practically accused me of child abuse for looking forward to my daughter starting Kindergarten at a public school.

I would NEVER put my kids in public school,” she said, and I still hear her scathing tone in my ears a decade later, the way she made me feel so inferior for wanting to do something that to me seemed totally normal.

This was coming from a woman who paid $17.99 for a small pack of organic, bleach free disposable diapers, did all of her cleaning exclusively with vinegar, and kept her kid mostly naked most of the time because “you never know what clothing is really made of.”

You know, that 100% organic cotton clothing...

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