Open Letter To My Sisters Who Won’t March.

An open letter to those who won’t march.

Some of the women I know have registered their opposition to The March.  In their view standing up for ourselves was in no way needed.  And from their perspective perhaps they don’t feel a need to stand or march.  You see these ladies live in that magic bubble of white mostly middle class privilege.  These ladies are good people, kind people, people who you can call in the middle of the night when you are suicidal and find solace.  BUT (and this is a big “but”); they do not realize, or if they do have a shallow understanding, that the world they live in does not exist for the majority of the rest of womanhood around the world and here in the United States.  I can identify with these ladies I grew up in the middle class white privilege too.  For 50 weeks out of the year.  But those other two weeks mom and I went to South Carolina to visit her side of the family.  We rode the train, there were many kinds of people on the train, but one thing I noticed was that the most important people on the train were Black.  They were the porters, sky caps, cooks, and the waiters.  They were the ones who helped you and took care of you and made sure your luggage got to where you needed it to be.  At my grandmother’s farm there were more important people. They made sure I had milk to drink, the tobacco crop got put in and harvested and everything ran smoothly.  They were Jesse and Lurleane and their 10 children who were the share croppers.  And though the years I noticed something.  There were separate entrances, drinking fountains, and bathrooms for these important people.  When I invited the daughter of Jesse and Lurleane to come and play she wouldn’t come into the house.  We had to play in the yard.  When Jesse came to give the report of what happened on the farm he stood at the back door and talked with my aunt.  I found that strange because being from out west, we always came right in and visited. And there were the words used to describe these important people.  Negro, Colored and then finally Black.  I also noticed that Jesse’s children took a different bus to school than the rest of the kids on Langston Road did. Things seemed upside down to me.  But I did not know why.  Not until Dr. King began to share his dream, and President Kennedy was assassinated, then his Brother Robert and finally Dr. King himself.  Because of my dad’s job we went to other places on temporary assignments for him to go to school or develop and maintain the radio communication systems he built.  We went to Oklahoma City where I saw many diverse people groups.  We were there when JFK was shot. The Irish Catholic woman in the apartment above us camped on our couch for three day and cried. We had a TV and they didn’t.  We went to Hanksville, Utah, where I learned that Mormons were OK people.  In fact they were people just like me only they had a different religion. We lived a summer in Roosevelt Utah close to the reservation.  I almost got a baby sister or brother out of that trip as my parents had looked in to adopting a Ute or Navajo baby.  I grew up with Mexican people in the Spanish community in my town as well.  Diversity was all about me.  I just had not known what I was looking at.  Then the big one came on the scene, the ERA. The Equal Rights Act put the plight of women on the map politically and ethically.  It highlighted the disparity of pay, of availability of birth control and other health serves for women.  We are still without protection in these areas under the constitution.  From 1972 to 2017, 45 years, women have been formally marginalized by the U. S. government and the business community. My mother worked for less than her male counterparts and did a better job.  But she was a woman so paying her the same was not going to be an option.

This is why we march.  It is not just about reproductive rights though that is a major component of our complaint.  It is about many other rights that have been denied us.  We as women are entitled to the same freedom our male counterparts are. That includes being paid what they are paid for the same work position that includes being able make decisions for our future that benefit us and our community. As a woman I chose to have my children, I could afford to do that.  I chose to stay at home and educate them, I could do that because of my white privilege. And help from my parents.  Not everyone had that kind of support even in my own family.  I count my lucky stars every night.  But, in many ways I represent those who have been marginalized as well.  I am a woman, I am single, I am gay, I have a disability and I don’t make enough to make it without government assistance even though I have two degrees and many years of experience in education and work a full time job.  I am also a senior citizen.

As a mother I have not had to caution my son’s on how to act in public because of their skin color. I have not had to caution them about how loud their music is in the car. I have not had to caution them about owning a gun, or where they could go or who they could date. But as a mother and a woman I have heard rude comments from men made to my daughters because one of them was tweaking her hairdo in a mirror at the mall.  I have been told of incidences of men yelling rude comments to my daughter while she walked to her car from work.  As an employee of the public school system I have seen the shock and fear on the faces of young girls when their male counter parts whooped it for the winner of our recent election, a misogynist, racist man.  These young white privileged boys who have no clue.  But the girls are already showing some reserve, especially those with brown skin.  I have seen that bit of caution creep in.

As a gay woman I don’t feel safe anymore.  I won’t be able to be true to myself in that part of my life in public.  As someone who works with people who are disabled and who has friends who are disabled in some way I feel very concerned about their welfare.  Will there by funding for the services they need?  As a senior will my social security be tampered with?  Will I have the assistance I need to help with the heating bill?  Will I have Medicare and Medicaid to help with my medical needs?  You see I don’t make enough to buy insurance that is offered through my work.  I could go on but I think you get the idea.

We have gone from an atmosphere of inclusion, to exclusion in the blink of an eye.  Life doesn’t feel safe anymore.  And we must remember that in order for women to vote in any election someone marched.  Those women who voted for racism, misogyny, inequality on so many levels you can sit in the comfort of your privileged bubble.

                                                 But the rest of us?

                   WE WILL MARCH!  

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OMG is right!!  I has been three years since my last blog!!  You know the last one about life going in a straight line? Well nope that hasn’t happened here.

After my last post/update there was Sandy Hook.  Yes that Sandy Hook!! And all the wind went out of my sails.  I wanted to write a response but I had no words.  NONE!!  Frozen. Numb. Shock.  There was absolutely no way I could even process the tragedy and I’ll admit I still can’t.

So here is the short version on my catch up.   I switched jobs, went back to school to earn my masters in Early Childhood Education and had a major medical event all since I last posted.  And here we are.   I am once again embarking on the blog -0-sphere and going for a second masters for Intervention Specialist/reading endorsement. And once again find myself unemployed due to a downsize and have had a medical problem with my heart.

So where does that leave us and homeschooling.  Well it leaves us exactly the same place we were three years and so many more shootings ago.  Only today I’m not going to talk about teaching the three R’s.  Today I am going to talk about being safe.  Or the illusion of being safe.  When the shootings at Columbine happened I sat and cried for three days.  I could not understand why or how those young men saw fit to kill their classmates. How could their parents miss so many signs?  My kids were aware of what had happened.  My oldest son remarked “Well that won’t happen to us we homeschool!”  I wanted to tell him he was right but I had to tell him the truth.  Yes it could happen to us.  We go everywhere together in public places.  I had to tell my son that all it took was an angry customer in a grocery store, a deranged motorist in rush hour traffic or a kid with a vendetta at the park and we would not be safe.  BUT we could be smart.  Which meant being aware of our surroundings.  That doesn’t mean being paranoid just aware of others.  Too many of us walk around  in the world or Wal Mart with our heads in the clouds.  So how are we aware of what is going on around us?  One thing I do is I look people in the eye and I smile. That helps spread the sunshine.  And I notice what they have in their hands.  Shopping bag full of goodies for the grandbabies or ammo?  Being observant can help save lives.  Now I will admit most of the shooters picked an unexpected time and place for their crime.  We never expect to go to Wal Mart and get killed.  Or to school or to the hospital.  But it happens. We also took the ALICE training through our Civil Air Patrol squadron. It made me feel as if I have some agency if this ever happens.  So I helped my kids learn a few simple things about observation and distraction and off we went, shopping, to the park, to the library.  I live in a small rural area, I hope none of the people who live near me will go off the rails and kill us.  I pray everyday for there to be some kind of lasting peace in our world, beginning within myself. Until then I’ll live in that illusion and choose to trust in the goodness of others until proven wrong.

Hopefully it won’t be another three years till I am here again.  At least that is not my intention.

Peace and prayers peeps

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OK so I have thought this was going to go in a strait line. My talking about home schooling the hows and whys.  Well you know what happens when you life life in a strait line you run into a brick wall!  

So I will go with random thoughts floating through the ether today. 

Reading ~  

Why do we teach our children to read?

I had several children who have the same learning difficulties I do and learning to read took allot of effort.  At one time I thought well I will just have to go to college with them and read them their assignments.  I was serious. But then the light came on and I was off the hook.  Whew!! 

But seriously why do we teach our kids to read? 

As usual this conversation started in my head when I was up to the elbows in soapy dish water (isn’t that where are the good stuff starts?)  and I thought ~ 

The obvious is that if they don’t read we as parents are stuck reading it all to them.  Not high on my list of things I want to do for the rest of when ever.

The home school evaluator will turn me in for educational neglect ~ No that isn’t either. 

Makes them look smart? Nope 

Didn’t want them to have their brain rotted by TV? Getting closer.

Then it hit me ~ I taught my children to read and read to them through out their growing up years because i wanted them to think about higher concepts. I wanted them to think about love and death and life and good and evil.  

We read many chapter books from Melville and Swift, Burnett, Stevenson, Defoe, Henty, to  Brian Jacques and .K. Rolling.  We learned and laughed and talked about what was read.

What do you or have you read to your kids?  

What concepts have you come across in your reading?

Word of warning.  Once you raise a reader forget about not having an Amazon or Barn’s and Noble account.  And invest in more book shelves.  

Happy reading and thanks for visiting.

  

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Hello world!

Hello and welcome to my blog.  I want to take this opportunity to wish you and your family a very happy Thanksgiving and a wonderful holiday season.

So what exactly is a free range child?  Good question, as we go though the process of discussing home schooling and parenting and what ever else may come up you will get the idea.  You never know you may be harboring on in your kitchen as you read this.

Why home school?  Yes why indeed!!  There are many more reasons to home school than to not but I can only express my own reasons.

But first this message:

Home schooling is NOT for the education of the child (yes you read that right)  It is for the character development of the parent.  Plaster this on every available surface at eye level You will meed to repeat it many times along the way as the process of home schooling, parenting and child development unfolds.

What were my reasons for home schooling my children? Let me see if I can break it down to the top three ~

1) I believed that if I had children I should be the one to raise them.

2) I felt it was my calling  in life

3) OK, I admit it, I’m a big wimp  I couldn’t stand the thought of them going to school with out me.

There are so many other reason why but these come to mind first.

I would like to hear from my readers as well.

What do you want to know?  Why do you home school? What can I help you with?

Lets talk

 

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