• applied mathematics

    The other night at supper, my younger son piped up—completely out of the blue—with the following statement:

    “Mom, in 16 years you’ll be 54 and Dad will be 56.”

    I stopped chewing. After a painstakingly slow mental math check—yes, he ran the numbers correctly—I looked at my husband and exclaimed, “Why, that’s nothing! Fifty-four is … young!

    My oldest is two years shy of sixteen. Just think what all a person can do! learn! experience! in sixteen years. Why, I could practically live an entire lifetime in sixteen years!

    Suddenly, my aging angst was violently reconfigured. “Sixteen years more and I’ll still be young” is an entirely different perspective from “Thirty-eight and one foot in the grave.”

    Moral of the story: teach your children math.

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    Photo series, courtesy of my older son.

    This same time, years previous: my nieces, fatira, whoopie pies, and snickerdoodles.

  • the quotidian (3.24.14)

    Quotidian: daily, usual or customary; 
    everyday; ordinary; commonplace



    Snowy entrance.

    No matter how sick I am of it, it’s still magic. 
    Potato Gnocchi: I made a huge batch, froze it on trays (we eventually nixed the traditional fork-print 
    in favor of non-smushed, simplfied gnocchi), then popped them into quart containers. 
    Now I have several meals of fresh gnocchi ready for the eating: just boil and serve.

    Butternut squash minis, from her birthday cookbook.

    Twin knee mountains: grandmother, granddaughter, and a reading lesson.
    Chemistry: the other mole.

    “Let it go, oh, let it go….” 
     The “Frozen” infatuation playing itself out. 
    (And this was pre-movie viewing.)
    The new nephew: perfecting his presidential wave.

    I went to Costco. ‘Nuff said.
    Sunday supper: to go with Frozen.

    This same time, years previous: of a moody Sunday, oatmeal toffee bars, snappy happy, playing Martha, and I won.

  • an accidental expert

    Today I’m going into town to talk to some college students about sex. I’m no expert (at least no more than anyone else), but, in this case, Willingness to Talk equals Expert.

    I actually enjoy speaking on the subject. Sex education is so much more than just sex: it’s about relationships, self-awareness, compassion, biology, ethics, beauty, drive and passion, love, and the meaning of life in general. It doesn’t get much more fun than this!

    Actually, I’m not supposed to talk about sex sex, but about sex education from a homeschooler’s perspective. Which pretty much means, I think, how parents teach their children about sex. Because all parents teach their children about sex, whether or not they are intentional about it.

    That not a new idea, right?


    Right?

    In preparation for the class, I assembled a few of my most favorite books, including a new one that I pulled off the library shelf a couple weeks ago. While I tapped away at the computer, my younger son curled up beside me and started flipping through the pages. He found the naked cartoon characters most entertaining.

    And then when he got up to leave the room, he spied two flies in a love tangle and said, “Ha, two flies on top of each other! They’re fighting!”

    “Honey, they’re not fighting. They’re mating.”

    His ignorance about our prolific fly population’s mating habits kinda surprised me. Animals and insects are forever humping and bumping right under our noses (think that one rooster and a couple dozen hens we used to have, there is no shame)—I thought it’d be a given for him. But it’s not. It takes a while for kids to pick up the information. Bit and pieces fall into place in different ways and at different times.

    In fact, yesterday afternoon when I was actually reading the aforementioned library book to one very interested little boy, he told me that he thought mating had something to do with dying (because of the fly battles?). Which proves my point: you never know what kids are thinking. It is for this very reason parents must give the information straight-up. When it comes to talking about sex, there is no place for beating around the bush. My mantra: say it straight and say it again. And again and again and again.

    So anyway, back to this class. In preparation for the discussion, I sent the prof some material to send out to the students ahead of time: this link to my sex talk post, as well as a speech I gave to some high school students a few years back. (Warning: it’s longish. Put your feet up.) I’m eager to hear what these university students think about these issues. Is what I think relevant? Do they know all this stuff already?

    How do you feel about children and sex education?

    This same time, years previous: no buffer, over the moon, the walk home, roasted vegetables, big businesses read little blogs, nutty therapy, and caramelized onions