In part in response to my previous post, a friend sent me “The Bitter Homeschooler’s Wishlist” from secular-homeschooling.com. I must admit I laughed a bit (although in general I do not consider it a part of my mission to spread snark) which was then replaced by fervent noddings at numbers 21, 22, and 23. In reading this I also felt quite grateful to be surrounded by friends and family who are generally supportive and don’t say too many silly things regarding my kids’ exemption from school.
From the archives: I grew up in a bus. I used to call myself “So Cal hippie trash” before I decided I should not use the word “trash” to refer to anyone, my own roots notwithstanding. My parents smoked pot and sort of parented all groovy (which means: assily), but they fed us and loved us pretty good. So here I am, rockin’ the raspberry beret and breaking the hearts of my brother and some other boy we met at Yosemite Park.
It’s hard to see, but beneath the white wave-like motif on this bewheemoth drift the words “Inner Space”; this must be before my mom added planets as well. Yes, that is a real wooden door with stained glass (my mom handcrafted that too). Click on the photo if you’d like to read a bit more about our exodus from sunny CA to rainy WA.
ETA: Ralph told me this post made me sound like a hippie who was kind of proud of being a hippie. I pulled out my cloth menstrual pad and slapped him across the face. And then I went and ate some bark, or something.