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Radical Unlearning by Lewis Raven Wallace
A road map for rewiring our brains to unlearn harmful beliefs, heal broken bonds, and transform our communities
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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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A road map for rewiring our brains to unlearn harmful beliefs, heal broken bonds, and transform our communities
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"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)
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"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

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This is from Cynthia Voigt's author website, "Eagerly-awaited Questions":
"What, in your opinion, is the most important thing for an adult to say to young people?
"In my opinion, there are two most important things. One is: "I was wrong." Any variation of this will do, such as "I didn't know," "I should have known," "I wish I had known," and of course, "My mistake." The significant message is that adults make mistakes, (because nobody is perfect and nobody knows or understands everything), and that the adult response to an error is to acknowledge it, directly.
"There is no loss of face, or authority, in owning up to making an mistake. In fact, it is people who can never admit to doing anything wrong whom it is difficult to trust, in whose wisdom I have no confidence.
"Two follows directly and logically from One and is: …
This is from Cynthia Voigt's author website, "Eagerly-awaited Questions":
"What, in your opinion, is the most important thing for an adult to say to young people?
"In my opinion, there are two most important things. One is: "I was wrong." Any variation of this will do, such as "I didn't know," "I should have known," "I wish I had known," and of course, "My mistake." The significant message is that adults make mistakes, (because nobody is perfect and nobody knows or understands everything), and that the adult response to an error is to acknowledge it, directly.
"There is no loss of face, or authority, in owning up to making an mistake. In fact, it is people who can never admit to doing anything wrong whom it is difficult to trust, in whose wisdom I have no confidence.
"Two follows directly and logically from One and is: "I'm sorry." A truly grown-up person can understand that she/he is flawed and makes mistakes. There is no need to kid yourself about being perfect, is there? And aren't you sorry that you did whatever harm you did, when you were making your mistake? An apology is definitely in order."
--Cynthia Voigt www.cynthiavoigt.com/faqs.php
That's the sort of thing I hear from connection parenting groups, podcasts, etc: apologize to your kids. That's one of the most powerful things you can do.
It's also something I hear not happening in support groups for abuse survivors. Parents who have never apologized for anything.
It's not just Voigt's website, children's rights are all over "Homecoming." So how did a children's author in 1981 figure this out?
This book was stunning to me because of that time loop feeling, that all our progress on the internet as progressive parents is looping into a children's rights movement that maybe we don't know when it started, and maybe it never stopped. Sometimes it's on the internet in instagram reels and coaching website and support groups. Sometimes it's in a young adult novel from 1981. Sometimes it's in work like Janusz Korczak from 100 years ago.
"Homecoming" is also an indictment of capitalist individualism. The children travel an improbably journey, on foot mostly, from 500+ from Massachusets to Maryland. If you've ever traveled on foot you know how big a strip mall parking lot is on a hot day. The suburban and small town, utilitarian landscape becomes it's own obstacle, and the way almost no one considers it their business that children ages 6-13 are walking alone is both horrifying and a blessing to these kids who don't want to be caught, put in foster homes, and almost inevitably separated.
But it's not just that they are walking and it's brutal, or they are ignored and it's brutal. It's that motivation behind their walking, that being a single mother in capitalism broke their mother. That their core sense of self, their bonds to each other, and their emotional growth together wouldn't matter to the system if they get caught by the system. Their humanity doesn't count. They are something to be dealt with and filed away.
To top it off, this book grapples with systemic ableism and inclusion beautifully. It also hints at how intersectional oppression enables sexual violence against children--something else it feels like we are just now learning, or we are crashing into at full speed in this moment in history.
There's an element of fantasy to the whole book, fantasy that any of this is possible. But the fantasy allows children's liberation to emerge as a force shaping the world of these characters.
There's also a fantasy of repair. There's lots of disney movies, like Encanto most recently, where children's adventures, moral clarity, and love persuade an emotionally abusive parent figure to apologize and do better. It's a nice fantasy, I wish it were true more often. The structure of this book in a way sacrifices every painful step of the 500 miles, every lesson learned, every bit of strength of the main character to that fantasy of "if only" a parent figure could do better. In a way it's toxic hope, the kind that puts all the burden on the child or adult child to do better because somehow someday it will fix an emotionally abusive parent. But there's not magic solution. And one of the things i love most about this book are Dicey's words about conflict and love toward the end:
"Can't you love somebody and fight with them? I fight with Sammy, and with James. I make Maybeth do things she's scared to do. Bu that's because I love them. If I didn't love them I wouldn't bother. And they fight back--like James walking out here instead of waiting, that's fighting back. It was OK too, because it was his own decision. I want him to make his own decisions." (296)
What makes it not a Disney movie, not an easy fix toxic hope fantasy, is that there's no idealized character. Dicey is a 13 yo attempting to take on parenting three younger children, and she yells and is cruel sometimes. But somehow is able to find a moral center in connection, something so many of us parents are looking for right now.

Homecoming is a 1981 young adult novel by American children's author Cynthia Voigt. It is the first of seven novels …