They can keep changing the rules, but we don’t have to be obedient. (Plus 3 sneak peeks into Book 8)

My 6-year-old tried to play chess with me at their school’s STEM night last week. I didn’t realize he knew the rules, and it turns out he doesn’t, because he produced a secret weapon: a 6-legged spider he’d made out of clay in his class earlier. “This is spider-guy,” he announced. “And he can eat … Continue reading They can keep changing the rules, but we don’t have to be obedient. (Plus 3 sneak peeks into Book 8)

Don’t care what the world thinks: 7 steps in the pursuit of peace!

In a quest for a more peaceful existence (I really wish I could live in the world of Books 5 and 6 of my series), I’ve been eliminating that which causes undue stress. No, I’m not abandoning my house or nine children, but I’ve been thinking about my dad, how he was the most calm, … Continue reading Don’t care what the world thinks: 7 steps in the pursuit of peace!

Two logical reasons why I bizarrely thank canning jars . . . and everything else

I didn’t realize until I was older that we had a weird tradition in our house. It was mandatory that when a canning jar popped, no matter what part of the house my mother was in, she’d shout, “Thank you!” If she wasn’t home, that duty fell to me, and I didn’t always want to … Continue reading Two logical reasons why I bizarrely thank canning jars . . . and everything else

I hate guns, but there’s something I hate even more (A pacifist’s confession)

I hate guns. They terrify me. They kill, indiscriminately, even in the hands of the most skilled and trained users. I hate their shape, their noise, and the smell of the cleaning agents. My neighborhood is filled with gun-lovers. Hunters, cops, concealed-weapon holders—I’m surrounded by them. I wish I knew who stored loaded handguns in … Continue reading I hate guns, but there’s something I hate even more (A pacifist’s confession)

Why didn’t you do anything to stop him?

"Why didn’t you do anything to stop him?" That’s what people frequently asked my father. He immigrated to America in the 1950s, and had a subtle yet clear German accent.  “Why didn’t you stop Hitler when you noticed he was ruining everything? He completely changed Germany, and you did nothing about it!” My dad would … Continue reading Why didn’t you do anything to stop him?

“She knew that in a very real way, she controlled the world. At least, she controlled the way her students would see it.”

“That’s right, sweety—that’s a dog. Doggies are bad. They will always bite you, even if they look nice. Keep walking . . .” That was the conversation I overheard between a mom and her three-year-old daughter yesterday. I was pushing my son in a stroller past them, and glanced over at the evil beast behind … Continue reading “She knew that in a very real way, she controlled the world. At least, she controlled the way her students would see it.”