We just passed the anniversary of the shooting in Newtown. I thought I might actually post this on that anniversary, but it is too hard. I have to move slowly and pretend it will be ok. I have to gently herd these skittish truths into an open field where they can be seen – despite a fairly certain dread that once I get them into the open, they, and I, will be open targets.
On the morning of that shooting I was also moving slowly. I was running late on my way to work – probably because driving my daughter to the high school added almost an hour to my morning commute. So I was running late, but I was refusing to act late. Hurrying had become constant, and I was tired of it. Besides, driving gave me time to think. The sky was clear and the roads were quiet. I’d get there when I’d get there. Continue reading “The Sandy Hook Shooting, Alienation, and Us”
The World Says School is Critical
This message is for anyone who is having problems with a child in school.
Please look at your beliefs about school and your feelings about your child. If you find yourself believing there is something deeply wrong with you and/or your child…take that belief, very gently, and place it on the shelf. If you find you are ashamed of yourself and/or your child, then take that shame, very gently, and place it on the same shelf. If you find yourself so angry that you want to lash out, then take that anger, thank it for letting you know how important this is, and stick in on the shelf with the others. Then stand back with me and consider leaving them there, out of the way, where they won’t do you any harm, until you can replace them with something more useful. Continue reading “The Most Important Message”
Lizardguts and I have identified a major problem. The jumble of thoughts in my head is roiling. They are all fighting so hard to come out that they just won’t play nice. They don’t pay any attention to the titles at the top of the screen. They don’t wait in line for their turn. They don’t listen politely to each other and talk with their indoor voices. They are, pretty much, acting like we acted at my childhood dinner table, dying for attention, waiting for any break in the conversation to interrupt, then hurling insults at anything that gets in the way of their fleeting opportunity to be seen and heard over the din. Continue reading “Tortuous Journeys, Navel Gazing, and Ineffective Writing…”
I’ve been writing these posts in a little vacuum. I can write and write and write, and never worry that someone might actually find me here and see what I’ve written. There is no correlation between the time and effort spent and the actual communication accomplished. In fact, in my own case I think there might be a correlation between time, effort, and cringe factor. I’m really good at taking a fairly fresh idea and pummeling it into an empty pulp of platitude. I can spend days working on the same passage going from ok, to pretty good, to kind of, to wow that part actually works, to ruined it, back to ok… all in the protective cocoon of my bedroom while getting nowhere. Continue reading “Lizardguts”