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.
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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.