I can't guarantee anything for anyone else, nor for my own family. I know what does damage, and I know what might help. Every second of every day things happen or don't happen and there are consequences. I would say if you don't want to gamble, don't unschool, but the truth is that everything else … Continue reading Guarantee
This is possibly the most inspiring thing ever. Life in all its beauty. Again, this.
I took this photo just moments ago, holding our breath, wondering at the wobbly bubbly colours, trying not to giggle and make it pop. We were trying to squeeze in as many different tricks and experiments as we could imagine, squeeze out as much fun and laughter as possible, before the itchy gloves became too overwhelming. Sometimes the … Continue reading Photo Challenge: Magic
Yesterday was my forty-third birthday. It was nice. Did family, did the cinema, did food... I drank enough cocktails to give me such eruptions of acid indigestion that I was blowing it out of my nose like boogers of fire plus sufficient daft dutch courage to 'indefinitely borrow' the cool cup they were served in... Oh, and I … Continue reading Forty Three, Facebook Free
Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured. Mark Twain
‘Democracy Street’ is a national collaborative arts project commissioned by the Houses of Parliament Speaker’s Art Fund and Arts Council England. For me, still lost in post-referendum anxiety, the timing could not be more poignant. The artist behind Democracy Street is Jon Adams, who I had the privilege of meeting at a National Autistic Society event, he … Continue reading Walking along Democracy Street
Bludgeon. Mhhhmmmm, a delicious word. Like curmudgeon. One of the reasons I am generally happy and content is that I carefully nurture my inner curmudgeon, by rigorously maintaining a kill list. Over the past several years of mindful contemplation, I have come to the conclusion that there is little point in being disgusted at oneself. There … Continue reading The people I want to bludgeon
People often ask me how my daughter is educated at home, what we do, whether we have tutors, workbooks, follow the national curriculum etc... I'm never quite sure what to say. To sum up our amazing, awesome learning adventure in few-enough words to satisfy what is generally only a very fleeting casual interest would be impossible and, I feel, … Continue reading What does home ed look like?
The other day my husband sent me a link to an old TEDTalk from 2006 by Sir Ken Robinson: "Do schools kill creativity?", it was as good to watch as ever. I love this TEDTalk, make a coffee, tea, whatever and make time to watch this. Firstly because Ken Robinson is so naturally very funny; a … Continue reading Do schools kill creativity? Yes, they did.
I suppose I write because I don't go out boozing, ranting and dancing so much any more. It feels like a release. The best way to manage the racing thoughts and incessant conversations I have with myself in my head, to feel slightly less bonkers, as it is (perhaps?) a more legitimate, useful outlet than talking … Continue reading I write because…