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A Measure of Intelligence by Pepper Stetler
In a quest to advocate for her daughter, Pepper Stetler uncovers the dark history of the IQ that leads her …
Making knots into rainbows.
Ideas: alternative education, neurodiversity, non-violence, cultural studies, collaborative parenting, HAES, anti-racism, permaculture. Interests: memoir, BIPOC fiction, Palestine, California, Ireland, DCP stories, nature writing, creative geography, cookbooks, graphic novels, picture books, poetry, guidebooks. About: White cis woman. Unschooling parent. PhD in English/Feminist Theory, specializing in 19th-20th century California domestic fiction. Volunteer support group moderator at "Unschooling Every Family." Podcaster at "Untangling Oursleves." Healing CPTSD. Bagel maker and haphazard gardener.
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In a quest to advocate for her daughter, Pepper Stetler uncovers the dark history of the IQ that leads her …
Some of the quotes in here were breathtaking. And it's such a unique subject, the perspective of the follower, the volunteer singer, one of many. It's about living creatively not exactly without ambition but without power over others, instead power with others.
It's dated and sometimes problematic. But otherwise very much worth a read for anyone who finds fulfillment in singing.
Some of the quotes in here were breathtaking. And it's such a unique subject, the perspective of the follower, the volunteer singer, one of many. It's about living creatively not exactly without ambition but without power over others, instead power with others.
It's dated and sometimes problematic. But otherwise very much worth a read for anyone who finds fulfillment in singing.
"We do not become CEOs of Fortune 500 companies. It's hard for us to believe we have any significance as individuals. After all, when we get sick, the show goes on and the audience doesn't even notice. Yet collectively, we are indispensable and sometimes magnificent." (18)
"You breathe in--fast, deep full--and then spin the breath out, carefully releasing it at just the right rate, like fishing line." (31)
"Choral singers are followers, in the best sense of the word. Not mindless automatons, but people who listen, digest, and process a wealth of information, then execute the directions as understood." (68)
"What does it matter? How could it possibly matter, whether we sing a chord in tune? I say it does. I say that each passionate, precise note is an act of defiance and a prayer. Human creatures can create, destroy, or sink into numbness. These seem to me the choices." (178)
— How Can We Keep From Singing by Joan Oliver Goldsmith (Page 18 - 178)
This review I ran into reminded me. I often don't remember books but I remember many of the details of this one. www.altaonline.com/california-book-club/a70737987/janet-fitch-white-orleander-john-freeman/
This review I ran into reminded me. I often don't remember books but I remember many of the details of this one. www.altaonline.com/california-book-club/a70737987/janet-fitch-white-orleander-john-freeman/

A road map for rewiring our brains to unlearn harmful beliefs, heal broken bonds, and transform our communities
The …
"no one is obliged to learn something from loss." (5) "This is a horrible thing we do to the newly stricken, encouraging them to remember the good times while they're still in the fetal position. Like feeding steak to a baby." (6) "the most practical thing I have learned is the power of the present tense. The past is quicksand and the future is unknowable, but in the present, you get to float." (6)
"I am holding these losses as an aunt might, as if they are familiar but not quite mine. As if they are books I will be allowed to return to some centralized sadness library." (7)
— Grief Is for People by Sloane Crosley (Page 5 - 7)
Content warning Ending
"My grief for you will always remain unruly, even as I know it contains the logic of everyone who has ever felt it. Sometimes I close my eyes so that I can listen to it spread. So that I can make it spread. I run it up the walls of my apartment. I listen to it circle the doorframes and propel itself out the window. I can hear it clonking down the fire escape, cracking the concrete as it lands. Sometimes I hear it in the rivers, sloshing against the stone, or in the subway screeching to a halt. And then, because I cannot call you home, I call it home. I open my eyes and in a flash it comes back to me, zipping itself to my edges, bobbing between my fingers. It's made a real life for itself here. Oblivious to its own power, it snores so sweetly on my chest, this outline of a woman whose time has not yet come." (191)
— Grief Is for People by Sloane Crosley (Page 191)
"Grief is for people, not things. Everyone on the planet seems to share this understanding. Almost everyone. People like Russell, and people like me now, we don't know where sadness belongs. We tend to scrape up all the lonely, echoing, unknowable parts of ourselves and drop them in drawers or hang them from little wooden shelves, injecting our feelings into objects that won't judge or abandon us, holding on to the past in this tangible way. But everyone else? Everyone else has their priorities straight." (34)
— Grief Is for People by Sloane Crosley (Page 34)
Content warning CW: Mentions Suicide
In high school we had a teacher who told us many possibly true--but maybe not true, who knows?--stories about traveling the world. Who would make observations that cut through social norms and sometimes cut you down. Who inspired us to dream. Who told me one year he just couldn't be bothered to write a letter of recommendation and the next year wrote me a good one. Who had us memorize Baudelaire. Who taught well. And who died by suicide a decade after I graduated.
I've never seen anything like him in real life or in literature, and never thought I would until this book. He was an inspiration and an asshole. And the relationships many students had with him weren't inappropriate but they were complicated. He seemed to hold your worth in the palm of his hand and judge it everyday, but also not mind if you come or go, and at the same time to be giving you the whole entire world.
He meant a lot to many of the students and teachers in the community and his loss reverberated. This book is the only thing I have every seen that could describe that loss. Maybe, it's for anyone in the midst of the irrationality of grief. Mostly I think it is for anyone who has experienced this person: the inspirational, depressive mentor who reshapes the world.
I don’t know anyone who has come out of the North American physical education system unscathed. For most of us, gym was a place where teachers who may or may not have had a background in athletics, fitness, kinesiology, or health—or any interest in them—introduced us to a few sports-related skills and then threw us into endless competition. It sapped the life out of whatever enjoyment we were getting from moving our bodies as kids and injected a ton of steroids right into the ass of our teenage insecurities. Few if any of the hours we spent flinging balls at or around each other were dedicated to learning how our bodies worked and why, let alone how we might do things with our bodies that actually made us feel good.
Kids who excelled at gym learned that physical skills and fitness were inherent qualities that required no further understanding, maintenance, or care. Their self-esteem suffered as they grew older and started to experience physical challenges beyond their understanding and specific skill set. Those of us who sucked at PE fared even worse. We learned that physical skills and fitness were inherent qualities we were never going to have, and any attempt to attain them would result in deserved humiliation and scrutiny...
For some people, such early experiences are enough to permanently destroy any interest they might have had in moving their bodies. Quite understandably, they tap out as soon as they complete their mandatory phys ed classes. Those who keep going or work up the nerve to try again have to deal with fitness culture in general, and the fitness industry in particular, which salts all of the wounds from our formative years. Or more accurately, it rips them open, pours an entire jar inside, and then shames us for our sodium consumption.
— Work It Out by Sarah Kurchak
Whether it's learning to ride a bike or rollerskate or even run: there are so many basic skills and concepts that I feel like completely get dismissed when introducing fitness to children that ultimately set them up for worse health outcomes
Whether it's learning to ride a bike or rollerskate or even run: there are so many basic skills and concepts that I feel like completely get dismissed when introducing fitness to children that ultimately set them up for worse health outcomes

In this exquisite story of family, food, grief, and endurance, Michelle Zauner proves herself far more than a dazzling singer, …

A beautiful examination of nature and human connection
Naturalist, forager, and educator Maria Pinto offers a stunning debut book …

When you travel through a new country, you need a guidebook.
When you travel through love, heartbreak, joy, parenting, …