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Sunday, April 7, 2019

January, February, March Books

  • Homebody, by Orson Scott Card
  • One Hundred Wisdom Stories, by Margaret Silf
  • The Mystery of Grace, by Charles de Lint
  • The Suburban Micro-Farm, by Amy Stross
  • Daring to Drive, by Manal Al-Sharif
  • The Enchanted April, by Elizabeth Von Arnim
  • The Wind in His Heart, by Charles de Lint
  • The Miscalculations of Lightning Girl, by Stacy McAnulty
  • Invisible Monsters, by Chuck Palahniuk
  • Enchanted April, by Elizabeth von Arnim
  • The Girl I Used to Know, by Faith Hogan

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Surviving adolescence (theirs)




14/15 is an .... interesting age for my boys.

Bit-Boy despised us for a while, in a pretty low-key way, especially after I had a talk with him about not challenging the silver-back.  At 20 he's back to thinking maybe his folks are ok.

Lego Kid, man, 15 was a killer for me.  He felt that I personally had ruined his life in every possible way, starting from birth until that very moment.  He also seems to have gotten over it (mostly),

And now, now it's Hot Dog's turn.  He's at the stage where he needs to be exactly opposite of whatever it is I am.  The other week he informed me that he is not a Unitarian Universalist.  I think I disappointed him, when as a good UU parent, I remained nonchalant.  His religion (or lack there of) is his business.  UU's think God is big enough to take it. Then a couple of nights ago he informed me that he will register as a Republican when it's time.  He looked defiant and hopeful.  When I agreed with the rational he shared, I disappointed him again.   I think he expected me to swoon, or swear, or something. (Imagining me making the sign of the cross and backing away from him fearfully perhaps?)

Then this afternoon on the way home from track practice...

I love that look of disgust on your teen's face when they realize that not only is Mom not shocked with your choice of music, but it is her jam.
And she can thrash, and will, while driving, you, in public.


Honey, I LIVED through the 80's.  Nothing you do is likely to shock or embarrass me.


You've got to
fight
for the right
to
par-tay!