Shakespeare

How to best convey one's love for something, anything, but especially, this season, with my oldest two students/children; Shakespeare? It has been a long love affair, dating from a speech contest where I saw an extract from Othello, and spent the ride home reading Shakespeare to myself, half-silently, half-whispered. The words were begging to come off the page and into the air, with a will of their own.

Great Expectations

are not always As You Like It, sometimes they are more akin to A Comedy of Errors. When it comes to computers, I often feel like I am falling through a rabbit hole and I need a little Persuasion to get back on track. Today's experience was no exception. I began the day with a new intention; 30 days of keeping one daily habit, mine was to work on my book for 1 hour a day. It will feel like Paradise Found to finally finish a book.

Only, my google-doc-thingy, once opened, would not allow me to edit my book.

From "Was Marx Right?"; or One Reason I Homeschool

I was sent this article today: (my comments are in rainbow shades, Haque's original text in black). This is not political, this is a reflection on the fall-out of the economic crisis and a look toward the future, thus to our children. I live in America because I believe in the empowering of the individual that our country offers through freedom of choice. I know capitalism is the way to go, but there may be room for an improved vision of things.

Was Marx Right? - Umair Haque - Harvard Business Review

Having spent the past week thinking about ways other countries have found to reform life for the middle classes after reading; "Were you Born on the Wrong Continent?" by Tom Geoghegan, I found the following extracts right on:

Alienation. As workers were divorced from the output of their labor, Marx claimed, their sense of self-determination dwindled, alienating them from a sense of meaning, purpose, and fulfillment.

Puppy Love?

Why does my head completely disregard the age of my body? I found myself, bag in hand, heading out to jump the chain link fence to surreptitiously enter the neighbor's back yard. How did I get to the point I found myself in, of hoping against hope that this particular neighbor liked to sleep in on a Labor Day morning as, nose to the ground, I crept around the lawn clad in nothing but a pair of short pyjama bottoms, a hoodie and tennies with no socks? (have I mentioned how much I hate the feeling of sneakers with no socks? the reason, I am sure, I was not cool in high school.)

Our Fluid World

I don't like change...and yet I thrive on it. I am a typical human being. There have been monumental changes in our house, and yet they are not that great in the scheme of things...one child is in school and I have reduced my work schedule, but that is enough to completely turn my world upside down. In school? How did that happen? Abandon my fantastic job, why?