Someone asked me recently why I wrote. Or rather, what *motivated* me to write.
This was my answer:
I’ve already exceeded my grocery budget and it’s only the fifth of the month. Seriously, I don’t think my grocery budget should count if it’s a Costco month.
Back when I home-schooled my children, I had to think up ways to facilitate the natural curiosity that children have – the kind that often gets swallowed up by video games and Nickelodeon. At least it did in my house. One way I did this was with Global Gatherings.
Let me talk about my house.
The kitchen feels like my mom. I want to sit at this table – that my grandfather made – and drink the coffee that my mom got up so early in the morning to drink, before the rest of the house awoke.
Because I don’t have anything better to do (Ha ha ha,) I’m signing up for this challenge.
I will read … 8 books this year either about South Asia, or written by a South Asian person.
In addition to all my other reading pursuits.
Emotional spilling over.
While reading a book, I move from one scene to the next — one sentence to the next — and start to cry. With no hint of a reason why.
So I just spent THREE hours reading blogs written by mom’s with kids with Asperger’s or Autism, and websites that touted the iPad as a great resource for these kids. Apparently there is a butt-load of apps specifically designed for kids on the autistic spectrum. Who knew?
Now, I don’t actually *have* an iPad, but my ex does. I just sent him an email with a few links to apps that might be helpful to our son.
What’s gotten me on this special needs kick all of a sudden? A number of things. Some silly. Some profound. Continue reading
I have a friend who has been unplugged for a month now. A noble gesture for sure, but one I’m unwilling to emulate. I don’t have cable, so I don’t watch TV, but I am a movie junkie and definitely use my $15/month at Netflix. I’m also on the internet a lot. Continue reading