When I stumbled across unschooling I grabbed hold.
—Schuyler Waynforth
art and photo by Holly Blossom


It takes only a moment to turn what you describe as rubble into a series of activities, of joyous moments. They are still-lifes waiting to be interpreted. I can see the shadow of her sitting there and doing and making and talking and turning to Simon to show him or running to fly the plane she made in the hallway to see if it would fly well enough to engage whichever kitten it was designed to amuse, or calling to me to come and interpret whichever fold the origami book was describing onto the paper she was folding.
It isn't rubble, it is her life.


There are amusing mysteries, spooky mysteries, beautiful mysteries and sacred mysteries.
Sometimes a thing is just a thing, and sometimes it's a mystery.




Breathe in a happy memory.
Breathe out gratitude.
Breathe in hope.
Breathe out love.




Once a mom was being argumentative and defensive. She deleted a long discussion out of spite or frustration, but some of us rescued it. Here's a peek (some of my response), and a link.Pretending to think about suggestions for a few days before rejecting them would be more courteous, and you *might* find that pretending to think about something could turn to actually considering it.