• 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

  • the creative norm

    I recently came across an article about the 13 (or 17 or 15 or whatever) traits of highly creative people. I read through it and was like, Oh wow, I’m a highly creative person. I like to people watch and I have a knack for shaking things up and I’m religious about my recharge time. Go me.

    But then I thought of all the people I know, and they were all highly creative, too.

    Oh.

    So I flipped it around (because I’m a highly creative person) and asked, “Who do I know who’s not creative?”

    I couldn’t come up with a single name! I mean, sure, there are people who have been dulled by screens, systems, and lack of opportunities. But that’s not the case with most people I know.

    Which led me wonder, isn’t creativity simply part of the human condition? Is there anything even very special about it?

    P.S. Here’s the article! And it’s 18 traits, my bad.

  • the quotidian (3.17.14)

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



    Sucking lemons.

    How the-kid-who-is-always-in-motion sits.

    My kitchen station: phone, scones, (empty) wine glass, knitting.
    Slice and bake: works like a charm.
    I’ve started freezing my cookie dough in logs. No mess, no pain, ALL gain.
    Applesauce popsicles: a favorite from my childhood.

    That they’re in the exact same kind of popsicle molds makes me exceedingly happy.
    The better to see you with, my dear: practicing her music for choir
    (And yes, she does have a wee bit of trouble focusing. Why do you ask?)
    First book.
    Can you guess what word the “E” picture stands for?

    Reading lesson, from my younger son’s perspective.

    The same reading lesson, from my perspective.

    The view from my window.

    Work? Play?
    You decide.
    In hope of fruit.

    In the night kitchen.

    This same time, years previous: our house lately, and oatmeal pancakes