In loving memory of Emma Louise Davis (Balog) – 9/3/1940 – 1/19/2011 My mama turned 41 the year I was born. I was her only child, and she doted on me better and more than any June Cleaver or Mama Berenstein Bear ever could have. She was a homebody, and tho she’d never admit to… Continue reading My Mother: As Well As I Knew Her
Change is inevitable. However, in my life, I seem to follow a sort of holding pattern for years at a time, and then changes hit fast and furiously, all at once. I am not sure if I create this pattern through my own subconscious, or…? Regardless, it’s clear that now seems to be the time… Continue reading Consciously Effecting & Accepting Change
I’ve been in an altogether different headspace over the past few weeks, which is to be expected what with my mother’s passing, our move, rearranged living circumstances, etc. I’m listening to a song right now (Okay, it’s Panic! At the Disco!) that just sang the line, “Hey kid, you’ll never leave this town,” and it’s… Continue reading Living with My Dad, Remembering My Mama
So aside from a huge dose of grief and loss, it’s very interesting that my intentions are indeed coming to fruition. Quite rapidly, in fact–but as is quite often the case, there can be unexpected repercussions to getting what you ask for. This story is rich and complex, and I want to do it… Continue reading The Fallout From Getting What You Asked For
When I wrote this, back in 2011, I had a major aversion to capitalizing things. Forgive me. I think many parents tend to view their kids as an extension of themselves, as an embodiment of their values, or evidence that they believe/do/feel the right things.. but that’s not really healthy or fair to think of… Continue reading Misconceptions About Unschooling + Choosing Connection
>> “We must be the change we wish to see in the world.” –Gandhi >> If your choices are not in line with your values, then you don’t really value yourself. What provocative statements these are for me! A good word to sum it up is “congruency”. We won’t feel happiness or fulfillment in… Continue reading Living Deliberately Versus the Path of Least Resistance
As I watch my sweet oldest boy turn more and more into what some might call an angsty teenager – I recall mySelf at his age. Not so long ago, I was his age….and not long after that, I was pregnant and giving birth to him. I was 18 the year he was born. The… Continue reading On Feeling Inadequate as a Parent
May 1 2006 – a long time ago in another reality… when nearly every person in my world was either abusive, or also being abused. Thinking Deep Thoughts again. Really not healthy to think rather than sleep.