Kirsten McTernan has written a must read book for anyone out there even the list bit curious about homeschooling their children. As a second generation homeschooler and someone very familiar with that education culture from a student perspective I was impressed out how Kirsten tackled so many of the “obstacles” that many people feel is hovering over them when they think about homeschooling. Her practical solutions peel back the mystery and confront the fear and excuses that even I struggle with at times as I begin to experience the flip side of now being a teacher for my own kids.
Something I find so much more meaningful to write instead of blogs about a current life experiences, is to instead take those experiences and rewrite them as a creative short stories. I am saying this because I’ve decided to make this blog primarily about short stories now. I know many of you have sent me messages or left comments in the past asking me to write more of this type of writing. So I am starting a new chapter to do just that.
So I am finally getting around to sharing my list of top non-fiction books that have most influenced me. Many of these were books I read back in high-school, but had significant influence in my spiritual and emotional growth as a young adult. A few are from later on. It is really is hard to choose my top ten because I have read so many good books over the years, but I am going to force myself to choose.
But it feels like no matter how carefully worded your write it or how thoughtfully and insightfully you approach a lot of topics these days you are going to be slammed from all perspectives and opposing views. And it’s not just the blaring opposite opinions and beliefs it’s all the dozens of other of nuanced and slightly variant views as well. I feel like most people agree with each other more than they think, but they get so stuck on 2% or 5% that separates them from others.
I spent two, maybe three hours, last week writing on a blog. It just didn’t turn out, which is why nothing was posted last week. So this is attempt number #2 and its Monday. I am not sure where the time goes. Its already September and I am 24 weeks into this pregnancy. Over half way there. Its basically still summer here in Norway, but the days are getting colder and rainier. No frost yet, so the flowers are still blooming and there is still a few apples on the trees and berries on the bushes. The kids boots are crusted with mud each day after school and dripping rain suits hang in our entry hall. We still sleep with our windows open at night, but all snuggled under our down Norwegian duvet comforters.
No matter how well you adjust a part of you will always feel foreign. As an American in Norway I will always feel a bit louder, a bit more direct, a bit more opinionated and a bit more emotional. At first I think I gave myself too much pressure to adapt and become “norwegian” but now I am learning the balance of being myself and keeping my own personality and cultural traits while at the same time embracing and honoring the culture I live in.