Ahhhh…off the grid.
Originally posted on Upstately:
I have written extensively about the desire to live simply, intentionally, in the moment. Minimalist, anti-materialist living is kind of an aspiration of mine (a lofty one I will never truly realize). Taken far enough, one enters into conversations about living off the grid. It is one thing to fantasize about such an extreme…
I saw a post on a Facebook feed about becoming a host family for the Fresh Air project, and I emailed for more information. The website looked wonderful, idyllic even. We have so much to offer, I thought. How can we live where we do, with what we have, and not be willing to share?
After all, what could go wrong? Well, I knew the truth might be far from idyllic. We would be signing up to host…
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to…
Last year I found myself in the garden saying things like, “Stop eating all the peas!” and “We aren’t going to have any spinach left for our salad if you eat it all now!” Luckily, I caught myself before I banned the girls from ever eating vegetables again. I really do want my kids to love the food they grow; what better example of them loving their food than when they eat it straight off the vine.
by Kaitlyn Guenther
Sand scatters the beach
Waves crash on the sandy shore
Blue water shimmers
Today’s poem is a haiku.
I still remember the haiku poem I wrote in 5th grade. It was about fog, a subject melancholy enough for a budding writer. Give your kids a subject and ask them to write a poem! Here are some resources for how they can get started.
I can teach my kids a lot of their school while we’re in the kitchen. I can teach reading, math and science every day just by having my kids with me while I cook. Still, there’s more than just the practical lessons to be learned. Once I got past the horror of the messes they can make helping me cook, I realized the kitchen really is a critical place for them to spend their time.
Here are the…
How Falling in Love is like Owning a Dog
by Taylor Mali
First of all, it’s a big responsibility,
especially in a city like New York.
So think long and hard before deciding on love.
On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you’re walking down the street late at night
and you have a leash on love
ain’t no one going to mess with you.
Because crooks and muggers think love is…
by A.A. Milne
When the sun
Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree,
When the sun
Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree,
Then I pass
On the grass
From one leaf to another,
From one leaf to its brother,
Here I go!
If you’ve known me for long, you know the story about the lady who walked by me in a parking lot in Arkansas on a brisk 80 degree day. The hot wind ruffled Max’s hair (he was a baby) and the lady (did I mention she was a stranger) walked by and said, “That baby needs a hat.”
Actually he needed a brain with myelin more than he needed a hat. The lady however needed manners.
A similar, more…
1. Set a routine. I have found that TV followed by aggressive wrestling matches followed by a bowl full of Lucky Charms isn’t the routine that works best. Bedtime routines take about an hour on a good night and it’s important for the kids to do the same thing and expect the same results. In our house we have the kids get their PJs on, brush their teeth, go potty and then they get a long…