The hippy that changed my life.

The hippy that changed my life.

 

If we hadn’t emigrated  I most certainly wouldn’t have homeschooled for the past 8 years. Neither would I have started my own touring theatre company but that’s a different blog.

That’s not to say that had we not dragged ourselves to the other side of the world I wouldn’t have dabbled in the waters of schooling without school. But you know what?.. truthfully…I don’t think I would have dared.

Back then, for a few years before we made the big move, in my early 30s, I was different. I wanted to be liked. Desperate to be liked. I wanted to please. I wanted to be accepted. I wanted (more…)

Self Help Books? No thanks.

Self Help Books? No thanks.

I’ve been pushed to my bedroom. Two computers in the house. One of which is playing a very blue and yellow film about a lost fish and the other of which is killing monsters made of bricks. I’m on my bed.
Incidentally, this is exactly (more…)

Asking for help

Asking for help

Hello, world.

There’s one thing I find hard and that’s asking for help.

Asking for help from my 15-year-old, Sonny, to help me set up this blog is even worser. (more…)