Well… not literally.
They say you only ever truly know someone once you’ve either travelled with them, lived with them or married them. What they left out is that will be when you find out who YOU are, too.
So far I’ve learned that I need nausea pills for the take-off, chew almost half the packet of chewing gum in order to avoid my ears from cracking, and I love couch potato-ing more than I would like to admit. I will also kill my Husband.
That is if I didn’t actually love him, of course. (Or was afraid of prison. Or blood.) Let’s be honest, at some point in your marriage, you have thought about murdering your loved one. Where you have gotten so ANGRY; not upset, not irritated but so ANGRY that you could probably be capable of first degree murder. You would probably have thought about how…
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So endless the week appears
Five days this task
Eight hours each, two teams of ten
Merchandise shifts, rearranged in Renton, Washington
Dust swirls, the nose overburden
Ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo
Final day mini-trip
Local lake I park
Waves slap on shore near and far
Mountains rise the backdrop
Clouds grey and dark the painting complete
Homes, hundreds, eat into
Nevertheless mind at ease
Raft of ducks navigate the tide
Moored boats mimic the ride
Seagulls perch on shore, wind rustles
I am captivated, I am adrift
So serene, yet so alive
For a brief breath of time work aside
Alas, time to go
I back out, to the show
Seagulls block the path, yet slowly part
Will they let me go or attack?
No time work beckons.
Back in January, I wrote the great news about my son who was invited to take the SAT as a seventh grader. This weekend, we received his scores. He was afraid to open the envelope because he kept saying he wasn’t confident about his performance. So I opened the envelope for him. This boy…this SEVENTH GRADER…earned a huge 1380 on the SAT. This placed him in the 96th percentile of the other seventh graders invited to take the test, and it placed him in the 93rd percentile of ALL students combined (middle school through twelfth grade).
The score report indicated he met the benchmark for college readiness, so I asked my son “What’s the point of even going to high school?” His answer was “Because of social norming.”
No matter what I chose to do in my life the going seemed to be tough, like forcing water to run uphill, defying gravity—attempting to countermand the very laws of nature and the manner in which the world works.
Imagine me, a simple girl from rural Michigan wanting to be Japanese. Me, an intensely independent child who cherished nothing more than to be outside barefoot on her grandparent’s farm playing in an unstructured manner, transplanting herself into a too shallow vessel in an ineffectual attempt to morph into a demure, soft-spoken woman.
I had been born a Michigan pine, a sapling lashed by the wind that crosses from Lake Michigan to Lakes Huron and Erie. But I had allowed myself to be pruned and trained in an unnatural way . . . not simply in an attempt to acclimate to new soil for a time. No, in an ill-fated decision…
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March forward, I say
discovering another way.
Not for Knowing’s sake,
or even New’s.
For Tradition’s Evolution,
past these Darker Days
now stepping back
to the past,
of failed promises
for those who need it most.
Reach out, march forward
toward a future where
and society cares about
all they need
not being judged for
what the don’t.
Unburden yourself from
the past ways of
kings and prophets,
of saviors and charlatans,
for Tradition’s Evolution.
Have you tried to ingrain something in your brain so hard hoping that it will always be a great memory?
As I whizz past the endless fields, the cattle and horses grazing, I try so hard to take in as much as of it as I can. I want to always remember these curvy country roads, the random horse-drawn carriage, mountain bikers and the endless motorcycle riders enjoying a beautiful spring day. I turn my head and I see the mountains dotted with houses and the vineyards on one side with a stream from time to time and an old church or castle if I look up in the distance.
The view while riding
Despite the fact that I’m not one for roller coasters or rides of any type, I don’t hesitate to get on the back of a motorcycle with my friend while he speeds down the curvy country roads.
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There is no real reason why a 2017 live-action remake of Beauty and the Beast should exist.
The 1991 animated film is considered a masterpiece by many, the first of its kind to receive a Best Picture Oscar nomination. The characters are iconic, the songs legendary, the artwork exquisite. Even those who find the plot troubling and outdated would be hard-pressed to find that landmark ballroom scene to be anything less than spell-binding. In other words, why watch a remake when you can just watch the cartoon? Disney, equal parts studio and relentless marketing behemoth, has banked on moviegoers ignoring the cynicism to get swept in the nostalgia of their tale as old as time.
Beauty and the Beast tells the story of Belle, a young woman living in a small town in 18th century France who longs for more than her provincial life. That life is upended when her father is…
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It’s been eight days since I returned to my bungalow from the beautiful goodness of Iceland. It’s been my dream to go to Iceland way before it was cool-it was actually a quiz question on a “How well do you know Lindsay?” game at my 14th birthday as my #1 travel destination. I ended up going a few more places before making it to the land of fire and ice, but the timing ended up being pretty perfect (we have Instagram now!) My mom (remember her from her awesome guest post?) and I have this awesome tradition where we go on a fabulous trip every couple of years. Iceland marked four years since our last trip to Ireland and Scotland and now I can’t imagine waiting FOUR MORE WHOLE YEARS before another trip together because we always have the best time and laugh and laugh and explore everything.
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Montessori is a form of education that offers a broad vision of education as an “aid to life”. It draws its principles from the natural development of the child. Letting each individual child’s inner directives freely guide them toward wholesome growth. Here is a great place to learn more about Montessori.
I first started hearing about Montessori when my friends started having babies. One enrolled her daughter in a Montessori preschool because she had trouble concentrating in a normal preschool environment. My other friend actually taught at a Montessori preschool where her child attended. It was this friend who truly introduced me to the world of Montessori.
She told me it was all about letting your little one learn at their own pace, make their own decisions and when you get the choice choose natural products and activities. Noting that “You’re probably already Montessori and don’t even know it”. She was right.
Now that I’ve been consciously practicing Montessori for awhile I hear a lot of talk about what toys are appropriate or doubt about making your environment perfect. We are all on our own journey here and there isn’t a standard we all need to meet in order to practice this lifestyle.
You don’t have to go to church every Sunday to be Christian, likely you don’t have to include Montessori in every part of your life to practice Montessori.
I’d like to think Montessori is more about the interactions you have with your child on a day to day basis, the way you act when given a chance to educate your child and how your child learns with a hands-on approach.
With Montessori, my daughter is a much more confident and independent child. I am so happy with her progress I want to share my success with everyone. People starting their journey should know you don’t have to do everything perfectly to consider yourself Montessori. There are several guidelines but at the end of the day, you need to find a parenting style that suits you. So if you have to change the guidelines a bit to meet your needs then don’t stress. The Montessori police won’t be knocking at your door.
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