Homeschooling Black History...

Homeschooling Black History...

 

I shared this quote this week along with a response to some interview questions I asked of my ten-year-old son. While it is a powerful quote from a ten year old, I also found it disheartening because I understood it's full context. This is a stream of consciousness post.


I'm Kenya! 40+ year-old multi-tasking Mama Bear, holding down the SAHM fort, while writing, promoting my books, and working behind the scenes as the photographer's wife.
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Interview with a 10 year old...

Interview with a 10 year old...

For the last 30 minutes before Christopher's bedtime tonight, I asked if I could interview him. I got this idea from blogger Jennifer Hall, who makes this list of questions an annual thing with her kids. Here are Christopher's response to the same twenty questions. 


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Three Storytelling shorts, featuring "Who farted?"

Three Storytelling shorts, featuring "Who farted?"

Last week when I wrote about not having anything to write about, my daddy commented "I gave you a list of things to write about. Pick one." So with his permission, I present...


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Writing in the raw...

Writing in the raw...

Fadra’s stream of consciousness (SOC) link up is back! Part of my “research” this morning was to find out how long it’s actually been since the last one. I don’t know if it was THE last one, but the last time I linked up with Fadra was July 1, 2012. I said, “Wow, I’ve been blogging a long time.” 

I don’t think I’ll go all share crazy on my SOC posts. It’s connected to mailchimp, which will share to facebook and twitter. I think I’ll turn off that feature for SOC Sunday. So what happens in mailchimp will stay in mailchimp. If you’re an e-mail subscriber, you’ll get first dibs. 


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I'm going in...

I'm going in...

I'm diving into a stream of consciousness here. Bare with me. My computer, still hasn't recovered from crashing last month. She's unstable to write on, so I can't really relax and write if I have to keep saving as I go just in case the computer shuts down. I'm already burnt to a crisp from losing stuff. But a girl's got to write, right?


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I chucked my FitBit for Apple pastures...

I chucked my FitBit for Apple pastures...

So as you may or may not have guessed, I'm on a healthy start to my new year. And of course there's an app for that. Warning: This post isn't for everybody.


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From the MIL diaries...

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I'm sitting in my MILs kitchen smelling like bacon. As I write this, Amazing Grace has chimed four minutes late announcing that it is 9:00. She's off to a doctor appointment and has left me in charge of the eggs once everyone else gets up.

On Christmas day, I wrote "Home is wherever my family is." Well today is the day I'm past ready to go "home" like yesterday. It's time to move my family back to the east coast.

I woke up on the wrong side of the old mattress, remembering that I used my last tea bag yesterday. I left home with more than enough but I overshared and came up short.

Knowing full well that MILs stash of hot beverage choices are Folgers and Lipton, I rolled my eyes and rolled over.

Longing for a hot cup in my hands, I rolled away from the furnace that is Papa Bear and got up anyway. This hot beverage snob said a cup of hot water would have to do. I took my shower and went to join MIL in the kitchen.

MIL was buzzing around frying bacon. Her tea kettle was mid whistle as I said good morning and asked if she had any lemons. Lemon hot water would do me just fine. She found a beautiful lemon in "the box" from so & so's garden. I was shocked actually. I just knew she was going to hand me a bottle of lemon juice. She asked what I was going to use it for and I told her that I was going to have lemon tea.

When she saw that I was only squeezing lemon into the hot water, she proceeded to look for her box of tea. "I know I have some Lipton Kenyeeeeer, you don't have to drink hot wateeeer!" She used her broom handle to knock down a box from the top shelf of her "cupboard".

She placed before me a box of family sized tea bags that expired in 2011 and I said, "Oh thank you!" I steeped my tea for two seconds and held the cup to my lips for show.

She continued buzzing about saying she should have fried the bacon before she took her shower. I'm thinking yeah me too.

So we're talking as she puts the bacon to the side. She tells me how I can microwave scrambled eggs EWWW, or make them on the stovetop with "this pan." The eggs are going to stick and it's going to be gross. I hope no one wants eggs.

She announced, "Today's your husband's birrrrthday!" She said, "And I think he was born on a Monday." I picked up my phone to ask Siri, "What day was December 29th, 1969?" Sure enough, Papa Bear was born on a Monday. She looked at me in awe of Siri's audible response. She said, "Oh! Do they know what time he was born?"

And if I wasn't fake drinking my tea, I would have choked or spit it across the countertop. I pressed my lips together and shook my head, "no I don't think so."

On her way out she gave me the newspaper and the Folgers just in case I wanted some coffee. Before I could publish this post the Amazing Grace clocked chimed 10:00 and I had to make the eggs.


I'm Kenya! 40+ year-old multi-tasking Mama Bear, holding down the SAHM fort, while writing, promoting my books, and working behind the scenes as the photographer's wife.
I blog a storytelling publication to scratch my niche.
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