In Like a Lion . . .

So, it started on March 1, and this is what we woke up to on March 2:

This wouldn’t be so unusual if we weren’t in North Carolina.  The last good snow like this we remember is probably from 2001, and it certainly wasn’t March!  But, the saying goes in North Carolina, “if you don’t like the weather, wait a few days.”  And, true to form, by Friday, it’s supposed to be 70 degrees!

So, we play while we can . . .

Sledding with five children and two dogs.
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William and JoJo cooperatively(!) build a snowman.

Finding a natural snow fort.

And, of course, ending with hot chocolate!

 

Biology Dissection

I have had three children navigate their version of experiencing dissection in the category of biology.  My first child, Eric, took a class at our Natural Science Center shortly after moving to North Carolina, so he was probably around 14 years old.  This was a “homeschool class” that was said to be designed to fulfill this and that educational requirement in this and that.  You know the stuff that is normally said that would be appealing to school-based thinking, but doesn’t matter at all to me.  But, it did mention dissecting some things and I felt that Eric would be interested in the whole biology aspect and could tolerate a smaller version of dissecting.  Eric tended to like a class situation for something like this.  He attended and if I recall, they were in groups of two, and they dissected a cow eye and a pig fetus, I think.

Abbey, my second born, was interested in delving into hands-on experiences to determine what type of animal-based career she might be interested in for her future.  An opportunity was discovered to attend an eighth-grade veterinary camp at Michigan State University when she was around 14.  She had to fill out an application with essays, along with my having to fill out forms and essays as her “science teacher”, in order to be accepted into the program.  Abbey was accepted and spent an intensive week doing a myriad of diverse hands-on activities to help her understand what it would take to succeed in the university program as well as the field.  It was there that she had several opportunities for dissection, as well as observing a variety of actual surgeries.  Here is a picture of one of her dissection opportunities:

Eli, my third born child, is my latest to go through the biology dissection.  Science is one of those subjects for him that was right in the middle.  He has a basic interest in science, especially since the hands-on aspects of the experiments makes sense to him, but the textbook aspect of it, or the verbal explanations, could be a bit of a struggle since language is difficult for him.  Because he has been my first child that knew as a teen that he wanted to go to a university as soon as he could for computer programming, I thought science was a great subject for him to explore learning through a textbook.  Eli had enough interest/knowledge from the hands-on aspects of science in order to help him potentially do better with the print material typical of college, so it would be a good experience for him.
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So, at 14-15, he worked through Apologia’s Physical Science, and at 15-16 he worked through their General Science, and at 16-17, he made his way through the Biology text (he is currently finishing up with Chemistry).  I ordered the traditional dissection package from Apologia’s recommended site and a dissection kit came in the mail followed closely by the specimens of an earthworm, a crayfish, a fish, and a frog.  Now those brought me back to my biology days in high school, along with the smell of the preservative!  Eli followed the textbooks directions for dissection and answered the questions.  Here is a picture that, as noted, also attracted interest from others:

Three children; three different biology dissection experiences; it all works based on their strengths.

Mental Health Providers

Just when I thought I was finished having to learn more than the average person with the children I have been blessed with, I got to continue learning over the past year especially.  Because we are finally at an uphill place, I wanted to take the time to share some of what I have learned as it pertains to anxiety and depression.

Since puberty, my oldest son, Eric, has been prone to depression and anxiety.  Because of the strengths based environment he was raised in, it was fairly easy to manage.  However, at 19 years old, he decided to pursue a full-time mission for our church.  It would encompass many of his weakest areas, and he needed to be prepared to manage everything.

In retrospect, anxiety to a higher degree emerged first, with depression a close second as he approached his mission report date.  Eric was so out of balance that a week before departing, he postponed because we all realized he just wasn’t ready to successfully navigate what would be expected of him.  I believe that he had his serious doubts deep within himself, and it emerged through this anxiety and depression to deal with it (because he wasn’t dealing with it).

Up until now, we had worked through our amazing pediatrician.  This health care provider knows exactly how to balance caring, empathy, respect for parents as partners, and trust in parents to partner.  This is way more huge than I ever realized when I always had it and had to find adult providers in the various forums.  Anyway, Eric was ready to figure out what was “really wrong with me”, so I had to find a psychiatrist able to take new patients and our insurance.  I got referral names from our pediatrician, and tackled the first few to no avail.  In the meantime, we got a name from a friend to a therapist to start things rolling.

Eric quickly connected with this man and felt comfortable sharing his difficulties with him.  However, over time, I realized that the therapist was too empathetic.  He seemed capable of pulling out minutae details from Eric that made him and Eric begin to think he was more crazy than he was.  In other words, there is a level of pathological viewing of details that can warp one’s perception of things.  I didn’t realize this until going to the psychiatrist I was finally able to procure.

The psychiatrist is a very laid back man who speaks softly and slowly.  He had Eric fill out a bunch of questionnaires to determine probability of “disorders”.  He then spoke with Eric about various details and gathered additional information.  He then had myself and Eric come in and he proceeded to go through each “disorder” and rule it out.  He then concluded that although Eric may have “mild depression”, it was more that he was “comfortable” with his lifestyle and that he simply needed to get out of the house and move forward in life.  I know, it sounds maybe bad, but in the case at the time, I think it was exactly what Eric needed to hear.  Of course, with Eric’s typical straightforward nature, he looks at the psychiatrist and states, “So, you’re saying I’m spoiled.”  We all laughed, but it was his general opinion at the time.

So, we had one therapist who concluded that Eric must be full of psychosis, and then a psychiatrist who decides that he’s spoiled.  What a pendulum to choose between!  On the other hand, Eric is prone to being easily influenced about these types of psychological fears, so I think he needed the exact opposite extreme to balance out an unfounded perspective from the first therapist.  This was my first foray into mental health providers.  Because Eric was not at any serious mental state yet, it was easy to take what was useful and throw out the rest and not think too much about the lack of consistency in the field.

It seemed the “spoiled” conclusion catapulted Eric forward and he went from weekly meltdowns up to six months prior to this (again, I think in anticipation of the mission call), to being more himself again from that moment forward.  About a month later, he also went off his SSRI medication (which had been prescribed for “black clouds” beginning at puberty).  In one sense, we thought this was our “mission miracle”.  From time to time, Eric and I would talk and he would bring up his anxiety over the mission, but moving forward into adulthood generally speaking.  I found focusing on it worsened things, so I began to validate quickly and move on.  It helped at the time.

Now, I see it as the bandaid time it really was.  Eric will always have a depressive and anxiety nature, and he had yet to really confront, as none of us had, the reality of its true existence.  Neither had the mental health providers yet discovered the extent he endured.  Fast forward to his second start date for his two-year full-time mission which began positively enough.  Eric had to face anxiety-producing activities such as talking on the phone at a call center, to once out in the “field”, switching companions anywhere from 6 – 12 weeks as well as areas.  In hindsight, the most difficult changes were in companions.  He realized that he used people that he formed trusting relationships with as a support mechanism, and every time he had to change, he was thrust out in the abyss again for a while.  And not every companion would be worthy of his trust to depend on.  Nine months into his mission, the anxiety exploded and he was experiencing consistent panic attacks; something he had never had before.  Thus began the process of trying to get him mental health support far from home with wheels that seemed to turn interminably slow for someone who is suffering considerably today.

At 11 months, we all realized it was time for him to come home and work out the anxiety and depression from the support of home and trusted relationships.  The thing is, Eric needed to travel a path of self discovery, so it wasn’t the straightest route to help.  But, I will fast forward to the mental health provider portions for the sake of this post (though I will be writing a few more posts about the other things we found useful on this journey).ED patients can easily improve their condition effectively. 100mg sildenafil citrate lets the generic levitra online find over here patients get a rock hard erection during the intercourse.

Eric wasn’t sure he wanted to go back to either the original therapist or psychiatrist, because they obviously didn’t understand what he was enduring.  But, I encouraged him to go back to the psychiatrist because it was still difficult to find someone quickly, and because we had seen him before, he would be considered a “current patient”, so we could get an appointment quickly.  What is the most frustrating thing about mental health providers is the slow process of finding answers.  I think it is slower when the provider doesn’t trust parents or supports to be effective partners.  To give some credit, apparently I am not your “normal” parent, so they react based on statistical experience.  I feel partnering is so important because what can you learn about someone in a short appointment?  And Eric has always been excellent at presenting himself as a “with it” individual.  He is well spoken, good looking, tall, and charming.  It infuriates me in these circumstances because it isn’t helpful.  What I learned through encouraging him to go back to the psychiatrist is that they are people, and depending on each situation and current circumstance, they can be helpful in different ways.  Slowly, over a nine month or so period, we would become partners with the pyschiatrist and he became useful to us on this journey.  But, it took my research and advocacy abilities to get to this point with him.

Some of what I did to get where we are were:  first, Eric would go into his sessions alone with the psychiatrist.  The problem with this was that Eric usually had to be at a good place to even get to the session, so he presented well enough.  I finally was able to drag Eric into an appointment when he was at a really bad place so that the psychiatrist would “get it”.  He did.  From then on, I went into every session with him because together we were able to share the best picture of what was going on.  Luckily, I think our homeschooling relationship that was developed came into play here.  I have a close friend with a daughter of the same age going through a similar thing.  Her daughter wants her mother to have nothing to do with anything that she needs to do to get healthy and balanced again.  Eric is very open and even wanting me to be part of the process because he accepts his need for effective support.  (That’s another post to ponder over . . .).  I started researching myself the medications being used and really asserting myself during the sessions about what was working, what was not, and what we felt we wanted to pursue.

In the most difficult moments, a psychiatrist can only do so much.  I greatly appreciated that this provider encouraged our calling him if we needed anything, and I did have to do this a handful of times.  He always made me feel completely comfortable and at ease doing so and as I was in that moment.  He seems to totally embrace the “emergency aspect” of mental health, which I greatly appreciated.  In those difficult moments, I had to trust myself though, and what I knew of my son.  I didn’t always feel comfortable about changing medication and such with this provider.  But, I did it anyway because when you are in the moment, and there are no other choices, you do what you have to do, but I didn’t like having to defend my choices or feel like I was going to be berated over it.  With time, I think he now “gets” that I don’t do these types of things lightly, and that I respect the traditional protocol for doing so, but having to take care of the situation in the moment and go forward with hope was essential and the psychiatrist had to trust me to be a partner he could trust as well.

During this timeframe, we have also used two therapists who use cognitive therapy.  I wrote a comment at Woodstone Prairie about a month ago when Maura talked about her dread of seeing her son’s pdoc for various reasons.  Those comments reflect some of my experiences with what one can gain from a therapist, so I will share that here:

What I have realized is that you can really like the person as just that, a person, but they don’t work at all as your provider. That’s kinda what I got from your post in the middle . . . you like her as a friend, neighbor, etc., but not as a provider. You have to sift through that and recognize why you feel a need to stay with them . . . you like them . . . but that has nothing to do with the effective care or not.

The thing I realized is that a provider may be just what you need, until they aren’t what you need anymore. Again, it sounds like this provider may have been good at the front end, but is no longer working for you. Sometimes a provider has only so much to, well, provide, and then their effectiveness is satiated. It’s then time to move on.

We’ve moved on from a therapist that wasn’t working for us, but we hung on for quite a time because “we liked her.” A situation forced us to consider someone else at the same time, and he was the best thing since sliced bread. Luckily, not only was I going to drop the first one, but she initiated it as she really did want what was best for my son. But, though the next therapist has been fab, I know his effectiveness may diminish in time. As long as we gain one good piece of information at each session, we’ll stay on. Once a couple sessions come and go with no benefit, then I know to move on now.

The last mental health providers we have experienced over this past year is when we hit our worst:  hospitalization.  We expected big things from choosing to go the hospitalization route when we were at our wit’s end, but it seems to be more of a holding tank and a “safe house”, if you would, than a place to move forward.  On the other hand, it certainly created credibility for everyone involved in his recovery, and there are some amazingly knowledgeable employees there who are really passionate about educating those with depression and anxiety, if you can seek them out individually.  Again, I was disappointed that the support persons were not included in our particular place of hospitalization (and I realized through my friend that different hospitals provide different things, but one doesn’t have time to “shop around” in the middle of the crisis that sends you in the direction of hospitalization).  However, I took the opportunity to approach Eric’s nurse who took a half hour to educate me.  It was extremely important and part of another post I will be writing.  What was SO frustrating was that he was describing Eric to a tee when he was talking about depression, and yet no one had really given credibility to the idea that he was in major depression before then.  Ugh!  Like I said, that’s another post.

Bottom line when it comes to mental health providers, I had to educate myself once again.  I had to research and advocate.  I had to develop a mutual trusting and respectful relationship with the providers in order to achieve optimal effective care.  That required me to keep pressing myself into the picture by proving I could be trusted to understand their protocols while sharing valid research and information that was pertinent to the individual circumstance.  I had to recognize when to move on from each provider, understanding the limitations of each role in the holistic picture of my son’s management of his depressive nature.  There are stages to understanding and self-awareness and management, and it simply takes time and a variety of insights from diverse mental health providers.

I had to trust my instincts more than ever before.  And I had to help the primary mental health provider trust me. In the end, it is Eric’s personal journey.  I have to support him where he’s at and offer good information when he is ready to receive.  It’s a tough balancing act for everyone involved.  I feel it took a tenacious and faithful approach to get where we are today.  We are still on the journey.

A President of Color

I tried to get William (9) and Joseph (8) to pay attention to the inauguration of Barak Obama on Tuesday.  They just couldn’t be bothered with a man, even if he is brown, that just sits and talks.  Finally, I thought I saw my “in”.  As Barak and Michelle were walking down the street in front of their limo, I remembered all the secret service “policemen” all around them.  So, I called the boys over again, and pointed them out and explained their role.  I let them know that the president of the United States always has secret service policemen.  Now, that got their attention.  What surprised me, though, is that instead of William, my most prolific pretender between the two, pretending to be the secret service, he became “William the President” and hired Joseph as his secret service.  Ah, ha!  He liked the power to hire instead of the act of protecting . . . LOL!  So, William went and got his Sunday best on, grabbed a chair to put on another chair as a podium in which to give his speech (he was paying attention!), and Joseph is in his army outfit, and hippo is holding the arsenal:

This said, I can’t help but talk about the topic that Barak Obama is a president of color, not a “black man” as president.  It’s funny, because I absolutely know what is going on because of my own two boys.  It doesn’t matter what nationality you really are.  What matters is the color of your skin, just like Martin Luther King, Jr., points out.  It really hasn’t changed in many regards.  So, Barak Obama is half African and half caucasian American.  But, his skin is brown, so he will be treated as a black man.  William and Joseph are also biracial.  Their mother is caucasian and their father is African-American.  But, it doesn’t matter because their skin is brown; therefore, they will be treated as “black men”.  And I knew this.  And it is true.

Tiger Woods took it upon himself in the beginning to continuously bring up the fact that he is only one-quarter African-American.  His father is biracial that includes African American (50 percent), Chinese  (25 percent) and Native American  (25 percent) ancestry. His mother, originally from Thailand, is also biracial that includes Thai (50 percent), Chinese (25 percent), and Dutch (25 percent) ancestry. This makes Tiger Woods himself one-quarter Chinese, one-quarter Thai, one-quarter African American, one-eighth Native American, and one-eighth Dutch.  But, probably much to his dismay, our society doesn’t accept it.  Because he has brown skin, he will be treated as a “black man”.So, cialis without prescription deeprootsmag.org never left untreated the problem of over masturbation.

I personally think it’s more wonderful that Barak Obama is biracial.  Biracial people have a rough time of it beyond the scope of the typical African-American, because they tend not to be accepted by any people.  The white people don’t accept them because of the color of their skin, and the black people don’t accept them because they are “not black enough.”  That is, of course, until they become president of the United States.  Or a super star golf player.

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not saying any of this in a disgruntled way at all.  I’m a realist by nature and I just see things as they are, no judgment attached.  Barak Obama becomes even more of a role model for my boys because he is biracial.  He is a role model to all people of color, in my opinion, not just African-Americans.  And certainly I believe Martin Luther King, Jr.’s, original message that people of color be judged by the content of their character instead of the color of their skin won out in this election year.  I think most people voted based on character and political agenda, not race or color.  America truly has grown up.

My Laundry Room

It’s been a bit over a year since we moved into our new country home.  There are still some areas that need sorting through, and overall, I think everything needs a good going over now that I know how every area works.  That said, although this is not an official New Year’s resolution, I hope to take a room a week and do a thorough cleaning and any small organizational detailing.

I have always lived with the “lived in” idea as well as giving priority to my mothering responsibilities over my housekeeping responsibilities.   Here is a poem that hangs in my home that attests to this adage:

But as I’ve grown older, I tend to tolerate the “messy look” a bit less and actually have grown to appreciate a clean space.  Maybe the shift in mothering responsibilities as the children have grown has contributed to this?  Moving into a smaller living space area probably adds to this feeling.

The best space in my new house is most definitely the laundry room.  Let’s see, over the years I have experienced the following with laundry/spaces:  doing a laundry room in an apartment building (yuck!), doing a Laundromat (another yuck!), laundry in an unfinished basement (it just doesn’t feel nice, even if there is room), laundry in a closet (definitely doesn’t work effectively or efficiently with a large family), laundry in an entryway from the garage (also doesn’t work well space-wise), a laundry room with a laundry chute in the finished basement in its own room (loved the chute, not bad for comfort, but still needing to walk through children’s spaces that slept in the finished basement area and the room still wasn’t that big, though I was able to begin my first mini-sorting desire).

What makes my current laundry room the best ever?  Let me share my first picture first and tell what I love:

The very best thing I love is the window!  It brings in full sunlight and makes the whole room bright.  No flourescent lighting or dark and dim dungeons.  The next best thing is the laundry room is self-contained on the main floor in a logical location with ample space!  I was able to go out and purchase some perfectly suited laundry organizers enough to actually do the job with my large family.  I have from left to right:  blankets/sheets/type stuff, whites, towels, reds, warms, colds/durable, colds/gentle, jeans.  I have another black basket at the end for children to throw their things in who don’t know how to sort, or to hold other miscellaneous needs.  Talk about efficient and effective!  Love it, love it, love it!
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Now, to know that things don’t work out perfectly, or what will look nice, I’ll add the other picture and share some of my “go with what works” flexible strategies:

In the first picture, you will see some clothes stacked on the wire shelf above my laundry organizers.  Those are Eli’s clothes, and now Abbey’s clothes.  It used to be all of Eli’s clothes, and it was overflowing.  Now, if you look above, I cleaned out some of the plastic bins and put his shirts, pjs and underthings in three drawers.  I just left his pants on the shelf.  The reason for this is that he and two others sleep in the basement.  It is unfinished and has no bathroom.  So, when they get dressed, they do so in the bathroom next to the laundry room, thus, it makes no sense for him to take his clothes down in his room in a dresser just to have to haul it back up.  So, he would just not take his clothes down, and this continued.  So, my adage is, go with what is efficient.  I could make him be inconvenienced, but I just don’t usually work that way.  Now, Abbey is also in the basement (she let her big brother take her upstairs room with all the windows to help him in his battle with depression), and she takes most of her clothes down to her armoire because, well, she’s a girl and doesn’t like her stuff hanging around for all to see, I think, but she will periodically let some start piling up.  So, I moved that pile from on top of the dryer to this wire shelf as well now that Eli’s clothing is thinned out.

There are three more plastic bins that I use for the following:  one for the little boys’ socks, and two for their shoes.  Again, the boys’ bedrooms are upstairs and I can guarantee you that they will not go all the way upstairs to get these items before they would be willing to go outside, inside, outside, inside . . . well, you get the picture.  This way, it is all in one area, right near the side door they mainly use.  On top of the plastic bins and above them on the other wire shelf is where I put the towels to be used in the downstairs bathroom.  There is no linen closet in there, so this is right next to the bathroom, and this is where people are coming for their clothing anyway who use the bathroom, so there are the towels for convenience.  Further down that particular wire shelf will be all the usual laundry supplies of soap, bleach, dryer sheets, etc.

Back to the first picture you will notice two stacked buckets next to the laundry organizers.  The bottom one holds the large bag of dry catfood and the bags of rat food.  They had to be put in buckets because my (grown) kittens would rip into it otherwise.  The rats are in the outside garage, and this keeps the wild rats from getting into it if left out there (yeah, welcome to the country!).  The bin on top is there only during the cold weather as it holds all the mittens, gloves, hats, and scarves of all sizes, shapes, and colors to be used as needed.

And, last but not least, I had our family friend put in a new outlet in order to perfectly fit in our second fridge in this convenient space.  We couldn’t survive without one!  Well, we could, but it’s a nicety we enjoy.

So, there’s my laundry room; my best space in the house.  As I clean up/out additional spaces, I hope to share those with you in upcoming posts.

Acquisition

I originally had this post titled Possessions, but I changed it to Acquisition, because I think Possessions is another category I would like to post about a bit later.  Sara and JoVe set the scene with their thoughts from their blog posts:

Sara shares a quote near the beginning of her post on this subject:

From The Hundred Dollar Holiday by Bill McKibben:

Since we live with relative abandon year-round, it’s no wonder that the abandon of Christmas doesn’t excite us as much as it did a medieval serf.  We are – in nearly every sense of the word – stuffed.  Saturated.  Trying to cram in a little more on December 25 seems kind of pointless.

JoVe replied in her post Christmas blahs:

Exactly. Couldn’t have said it better myself. It seems pointless. If we need anything, we go and buy it.  And we end up with a pretty loose definition of need.

And if Tigger needs new pyjamas or coloured penciles or sketchbooks, why should she wait another 6 weeks for them just because they would make good presents? The definition of need tightens up considerably at this time of year. Pyjamas she has already because her others were too small.

I’ve mentioned before on-line that I consciously chose in the beginning of my homeschooling journey to try to raise my children “the old-fashioned way”.  This stems a lot from my own childhood (funny how much what we do can often lead back to our early shaping).  We didn’t have much growing up, but what I had I treasured.  I wanted my children to have that same appreciation, and I knew that too much acquisition would hinder that.

It came more easily to do this because we started our family very young (my first was born when I was 21) while we were in university (I supported my hubby through six years to complete his undergraduate degree that included a two-year “live-and-learn” stint).  We had our first three children during his university years while I either provided daycare to children in my home, worked an evening job at a law firm, and/or my hubby did part-time work on campus to make ends meet.  Our goal was to raise our own children giving value to our time to our children as our greatest gift and sacrifice on their behalf.  Being able to afford “things” didn’t come often.  I found that the gifts for birthdays and Christmases were the main source of gift-giving times at that time, so our saturation level, as mentioned in the posts I referenced, wasn’t an issue.

Once we left university and my hubby began his first degree-earned job, I came home and student loans came due, and money was still tight.  Another child was added and simple family togetherness was our center-point.  I remember taking family walks around our neighborhood and walking a couple blocks down to the small town outdoor ice cream shop.  Getting the ice cream cone with the candy faces put on them was the only expense put out to enhance our excursions and build memories.  Friendships were another acquisition sought after during this time period.The results show that it has a protective effect on tubulointerstitial fibrosis. online viagra http://pamelaannschoolofdance.com/aid-2690

For my three oldest, this type of viewpoint was their foundation.  Only my oldest would have consistent figures bought for him (about $3-5) at the time that seemed to be important to him in a “collection” sense.  (I have since found out through the book “A Mind at a Time”, by Mel Levine, that some people have a stronger sense of “insatiability” to objects that can be best supported through collections; my instincts seemed to prove well for him!)  I helped this child know how to hold off on “needing” something through financial self-limitations and the greater understanding of common sensibilities toward balanced acquisition.  For the most part, birthdays and Christmases were the gift giving times.

The exception was the purchases for personal growth items such as the colored pencils and sketchbooks JoVe referred to in her post.  Though finances still kept this in reasonable check, books and paper and craft items were consistently found in our home.  We still were frugal on how these were acquired, however.  My hubby was able to often supply us with paper from the used printer paper from his work that was to be discarded (do you remember the continuous feed paper with hole punched sides?)  Boy, do I remember those boxes of paper my children would go through, and use easily to create books!  We would save everything from cereal boxes to paper tubes to egg cartons to use to build things.  So, imagination and creativity were also a center of our acquisition perspective.

Things shifted when we discovered that three of our children were struggling on the autism spectrum in 1996.  Interestingly, acquisition was not on the radar of these children.  Once I did my research on how to help each of these children develop to their full potential, exposure to all the things they didn’t notice became high on the list in helping them engage in the world around them.  Because objects were the safest things for the younger of the boys to trust, heavy doses of acquisition of things began in order to help them develop the breadth of knowledge of the world of objects.  Instead of creating saturation, for my boys with autism, each purchase was a step on their path of understanding.

So, the first three children were raised with carefully chosen and treasured objects of interest that enhanced the development of their gifts and passions.  The next two children were raised to recognize the value of how objects can be used to develop their gifts and passions.  And then we adopted in two young children into a houseful of prized and respected interest items as well as buckets of various developmental toy objects.  They neither understood how each object was purposefully chosen over time to find their place in the home, nor were they part of the developmental choices of adding each object.  On the other hand, they had their own issues to work through.

As many foster children experience, the older of the two was quite “lost” with the transition of his former home of need into this new home of abundance.  He didn’t have any developmental understanding of playing with toys nor the framework of possessing them.  Destruction of items is common in the early stages of fostering children.  He needed to have all objects removed from his use and recreate the acquisition process in order for him to know how to use and possess each thing.  It was quite an interesting phenomenon.  On the other hand, because he often would receive whole collections of common objects, saturation still often occurred to overwhelm his ability to understand how to possess in a healthy way.  It’s been a process.  All in all, we try to keep acquisition of things to the special occasions in order to help prevent oversaturation as a common theme throughout the year.

In today’s world of abundance, I think it takes a conscious, mindful choice on the part of parents to observe and utilize our instincts to determine what is most useful for each individual child in our care in developing a healthy emotional relationship with the world of objects and acquisition.  Most important is how we help them take ownership by empowering them with their own personal understanding of these things in their own lives as they make their own choices.

Sleep Patterns

A question came up on my Homeschooling Creatively list about sleep pattern differences.  One of the “temperament traits” of a right-brained learner is that they are almost always night owls.  From the responses given to the original question, my yahoo list is full of these right-brained night owls.  Further, in the autism spectrum world, extreme sleep pattern differences is also the “norm”.  The theory by Jeffrey Freed in his book, “Right-Brained Children in a Left-Brained World”, is that autism spectrum is a form of “extreme right-brainedness”.  For those on the high functioning end of autism (Asperger’s and High Functioning Autism), I often say, “take the traits and learning style of the right-brained learner and add a plus to everything, and that’s what you are dealing with.”  An example:  a right-brained learner often resists trying new things initially.  For a HFA/AS person, they resist new things to a higher degree.

All of this said, this post will resonate with those with children like mine.  For the rest of you, it might seem extraordinary and strange, but in the world of the right-brained learner and autism, it’s perfectly “normal”.  And my take is that if something is “normal” for a third of the population or more, then is it really abnormal, or really normal in its realm?

First, let me break down the two styles of sleepers in my family.  I have three children who are “regular night owls”, and we two parents fall into this category as well.  And I have four children who are “extreme night owls”.  A regular night owl tends to shoot for their bedtime around midnight, and falls asleep fairly easily.  They tend to need between the typical 8-10 hours of sleep each night.  If they don’t get enough sleep one night, they tend to want to go to bed earlier the next evening, or sleep in later, to “catch up” on their sleep.  In other words, you notice when they don’t get enough sleep by an adjustment in their sleep patterns temporarily.

On the other hand, extreme night owls tend to have a difficult time falling asleep, taking anywhere from 1-3 hours to do so, especially if they go to sleep before their natural circadian rhythm indicates.  It is tougher to find their natural sleep rhythms naturally; I find that we had to experiment with what works best, and for how long, until it worked well for them; the test being that falling asleep came more easily (even if with help through something like melatonin), and that awaking came more easily, and they weren’t tired throughout the day.  I found that when left to their own haphazard sleep schedule, bedtime routines were all over the place (one night at 2:00 a.m., the next at 4:00 a.m., the next at 1:00 a.m.), or sleep/wake cycles became flipped (having to stay awake all night and day to flip back or sleeping night and day to flip back to sleeping at night and being awake during the day), and that it affected their behaviors (feeling tired throughout the day or aggravating temperament differences like depression, anxiety or mood swings).  To take further note, getting them up earlier, or at a consistent time (outside of their optimal), when they went to sleep late to help them get a better sleep pattern did not work.  They would still stay up late, but their behaviors would skyrocket as their bodies reacted.

So, what do I do?  I do what works for the individual and family collaboratively.  First, there are some societal conditionings that I came to terms with in order for it to work best for each.  The shoulds are:  early to bed; early to rise; this adage came about during the pre-electricity era.  Our natural circadian rhythms reflected the rising and falling of the sun and so there was nothing to interfere with that working well for most people.  However, with the advent of man-made light, it has changed our circadian rhythms indefinitely.  This is why when there are severe sleep differences, the understanding of the way our body responds to its environment is important to understand.  For instance, my son who is battling depression and has severe sleep differences needed to change his sleeping quarters from the basement where there was no natural light into an upstairs bedroom with four windows and plenty of natural light to assist in many areas of need.

The next should tends to revolve around the same type of thing, but has more connection to our workforce and schooling practices:  Getting to bed in order to get the “proper amount of sleep” of 8 hours backward from when you need to awaken for our cultural practices of the former, usually needing to awaken at 6:00-7:00 a.m. in order to arrive to our designated places.  For instance, in our church, we have a program called “early morning seminary” for our high school students.  Each high school student will gather together either at our church or someone’s house in a central location to study the scriptures together before going to school in order to start their day off right.  In order to accomplish this, it often begins at 6:00 a.m.  Those of my children who are your “regular night owls”, could adjust to this request, certainly still with sacrifice like everyone else, but doable.  Those of my children who are “extreme night owls”, this was a nearly impossible request that physically negatively impacted them.  Another program in our church is for our young men to serve 2 year missions from ages 19-21 years.  There is a strict sleep pattern schedule of bedtime at 10:30 p.m. and wake up at 6:30 a.m.  As much as my oldest son desired to adhere to this structure, his body would not allow it.  It is with the extreme night owls that “willpower” is often not enough.  So, basically, an extreme night owl will lie awake in bed for hours (as will even a regular night owl) when placed in bed at 8:00 p.m. in order to “get enough sleep” as a child, and it just messes with their self-image and adds to the behaviors and tiredness because of it not aligning with their particular sleep rhythms, not the actual quantity of sleep.  In other words, quantity of sleep only benefits when coupled with optimal sleep timing.

Last, the other should I can think of that I had to analyze is the idea of parents creating authority over their children.  My understanding and experience as a child with this is that parents create the structure of the children throughout the day, and decide when bedtime is to be for “their own good”, as well as making sure the parents get a “break” from their parenting job during the day in order to get their “alone time” during the evening hours.  The problem I saw in this as I had originally tried to adhere to this “normal” expectation of a parent with their children as it pertains to bedtimes is that it would negatively impact my relationship with them.  For instance, in order to get a night owl child, and especially an extreme night owl child, to go to bed when they weren’t naturally ready was to either yell at them, punish them, get aggravated with them for constantly goofing off or coming out, and overall just become more tired with the struggle of getting them to bed to get “my time”.  By the time “my time” came, I was exhausted from the battle.  I quickly realized it wasn’t worth it.  It also helped for me to think about my own childhood and the times I just couldn’t fall asleep.  When I was “goofing off”, etc., I wasn’t doing it to be “defiant”, but because I just wasn’t tired.  I gave that same respect to my children and decided to view it differently; well, view it from what it really was:  a child that wasn’t tired.

Alright, so the scene is set to share what works for us this day, with the children I have.  All of the knowledge I have gained above has come through experience, experimentation, contemplation, and collaboration to get where we are today.  What that means is that what I learned from the first few children have benefited the subsequent children, who have had to experience less difficulty from not knowing how to establish their preferred sleeping patterns.  I know better now how to recognize the nonverbal sleep needs of my younger children and the pre-“know-how-to-verbalize” adolescent sleep shifts of my early teenagers.  I hope something can help those of you with similar children.

My 17 year old son and my 19 year old daughter are two of my “regular night owl” children.  My 19 year old puts herself to bed by midnight and wakes herself up at 8:30 a.m. in order to be ready for work at 9:30 a.m.  My 17 year old puts himself to bed around 10:00 p.m. because he is still in the seminary program and has to wake up, which he does on his own, at 6:00 a.m. to be to his class at 6:30 a.m.  My other “regular night owl” is my just-turned-8-year-old son.  We try to have him going to bed around 10:00 p.m., which works for him for the most part.  He wakes up anywhere between 8:30 a.m. and 10:00 a.m.
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As for my four “extreme night owls”, I’ll begin with my youngest two first, because they benefited from what I learned from the others, so it is fairly straight forward for them.  My 9 year old takes 1-2 hours to fall asleep, but usually it is only about the 1 hour if put to bed at his optimal time.  We put his 8-year-old brother to bed first because he falls asleep more quickly (thus, more of a “regular night owl”), and have the 9-year-old play in our large walk in closet for about a half hour.  Then, he goes into bed when the other is asleep and it usually takes him anywhere from the 30 minutes to the hour to fall asleep himself.  I allow this timeframe to fall asleep at this age because I don’t want to do the chemical help until it gets further along, which usually happens around puberty.

So, that leads to my just-about-to-turn-14-year-old pubiescent son.  He used to do a similar sleep pattern as the 9-year-old before puberty, but around 11-12 years old, it was time for his shift.  First, I take into account how his sleep pattern affects others.  With nine people in our house, people share bedroom space typically.  He is one of those in the basement with two others, without walls for the most part.  At the time of his shift, one person who slept down with him had to get up for seminary, and the other wanted to tackle his sleep pattern differences, and needed everyone to be asleep before he could accomplish his needs.  That, factoring in that the 14 year old (then 12 year old) was having a more difficult time falling asleep (now creeping into the 1-3 hour timeframe), it was time to figure out what he needed to have a more easy sleep transition, both in figuring out his optimal time, and what he may need to help him do so.  Midnight seems to be a good time to work toward, and with the addition of melatonin a year later, he is easily able to accomplish this and fall asleep within about 30 minutes.  He wakes up at 9:30 a.m. in order to receive “therapy” for his autism needs, which works for him well right now, though when this need shifts, maybe 10:00 a.m. to noon until puberty passes and then 10:00 a.m. thereafter will probably be a good fit for him.

My oldest 21-year-old son has been the one who has taught me the most, and naturally, being the first and oldest, has had to go through the difficult learning curve of figuring this all out (his younger siblings have a lot to thank him for someday).  He has done all that I outlined above to help us know what doesn’t work.  He started off like his younger siblings:  at around 5 years old or so, he would go to his room to do quiet activities at the same time hubby and I did . . . around 8:00 p.m., and then it was “to bed, to bed time” at around 10:00 p.m. (again, when hubby and I went to bed).  Then, around 8-9 years old, he would be up until around 11:00 p.m.  And then it crept to midnight, etc. until puberty.  This is the timeframe I didn’t understand about the rhythms of my children/extreme night owls, so he went through a lot of rhythms, my expecting them to even out over time, but they didn’t.  He did the early/mid/late sleep pattern shifts, he did the go-all-the-way-around-the-clock even-it-back-up corrections, he tried to go to bed earlier in order to be able to wake up easier for the early morning activities he desired to attend, he tried different alarms in order to awaken more easily, etc.  Depression began around 16 years old, and anxiety hit as he tried to navigate the mission structure at 20 years old.

It was only just before that time, at 19 years old, that I figured out the melatonin connection and worked that into his repertoire.  And, over the past year, I finally put together the tired factor and the behavior factor.  First, he came home from his mission after 11 months because he needed to be treated for sleep apnea as an answer to his extraordinary tiredness he was experiencing his entire mission.  However, upon getting and trying the C-PAP machine, it didn’t change anything for him.  His behaviors continued to escalate as did his anxiety and depression.  Once bottom was hit, I decided to really push the sleep pattern needs.  This is when he came up from the basement dungeon into the lighted room, as well as committing to going to bed at midnight, with the help of melatonin (and my company), and experimenting with when to awaken (10:00 a.m. seemed to be optimal).  His tiredness all but disappeared, but when he slips in his poor sleep pattern, the tiredness returns with a vengeance.  Also, when he sticks to this sleep pattern, his depression and anxiety are more manageable, and thus, less manageable when he slips.

Last but not least is my 16-year-old son with moderate autism.  He gets a class of his own because he is not able to reason his needs with his sleep differences.  So, I have to work with him, and use his autism behaviors to my advantage.  He enjoys routines, so once I am able to ascertain a sleep pattern that works for him, and me, then I can use timeframes to help him be independent with it.  He is one of the few children with his own room (the oldest has his own now, too, because of his depression battle needs) because of his high need for alone time, and his sleep differences.  On the other hand, regardless of what the stereotype of autism is, this son seeks out those who understand him.  True, he ignores most people because he knows they don’t understand his differences of perspective.  But, those of us who get it, he seeks us out constantly.  My hubby, myself, and my daughter are his favorites.  Also, anyone who does “therapy” with him will be someone who “gets” him, so he will seek them out.  So, my bedroom is one of the places he will hang out during the day.  He comes down into the greater area periodically throughout the day, and enjoys being outside from time to time on his own or with the animals.

That said, he comes downstairs at 11:00 p.m. (exactly, you know, because he watches the clock as it gets closer, and he will come to me and declare, “Mom, it’s 11:00!” . . . that’s autism, and it can work in your favor . . . I simply respond, “Yep!”)  This is when he does his computer time.  He loves YouTube, though with his recent added awareness of negative sites, yet lack of awareness of the negative impact, I may need to get him his own playlist (a father of a son with autism created this awesome site that a person can create playlists for your children in order to help keep them from the junk that is available on YouTube, but still enjoy the great stuff there, too).  Anyway, then at 2:00 a.m., he comes to me wherever I am (sometimes I may still be awake with my oldest; mostly not if he is where he needs to be; so usually I am in bed), and he declares to me, “Mom, it’s 2:01” or whatever near 2:00 a.m. time it is, and I respond, “Yep!”  He then goes to his bedroom.  At 4:00 a.m., he comes to me in bed and states, “Mom, it’s 4:00!” and I respond, “Yep!”, and then he says, “Go potty,” and I say, “ah-huh”, and he does so.  He states the time again when he comes out (maybe a half hour or so . . . he’s still a guy, even with autism . . . LOL!), I give him his melatonin, he crawls in bed with my hubby and I in our king-sized bed, and he proceeds to fall asleep within about 30-60 minutes.  (He began to sleep with us when his puberty sleep schedule shifted around 12-13 years old . . . it works for everyone since I know where he is, and he seems to need our connection during sleep . . . patterns have changed over the years since then; this one has worked for the past year.)

So, what does this mean for poor mom’s sleep schedule?  It all depends.  Hubby helps put the younger ones to bed.  Oldest son needs me as he works through his depression, and falling asleep is the hardest time for him emotionally, so I stay with him until around 1:00 a.m. and he is asleep.  I then crawl into bed, get the 2:00 a.m. call, the 4:00 a.m. call, the 4:30 a.m. call, the autism humming and shifting in bed until he falls asleep, and then I awake with the littles around 9:00 a.m.  It is certainly not optimal for my sleep, but the Lord seems to bless me with the capacity to do so as I support the needs of each family member.  I’ve also become accustomed to it all.  Abnormal is normal for me.  And I know it won’t be forever.  And even though I get my “clock calls” throughout the night, he is independent, so I can keep on sleeping.  And I hope depression will recede over time where I can go to bed at my typical 11:00-midnight timeframe.

Most important, though, is that my relationships are strong with each child.  Late nights have been some of the best connecting moments with some of my extreme night owls.  And showing respect for who each child is based on this one aspect of their physical needs impacts their emotional and mental lives more than is realized.  But, above all, it impacts their own self-image and our relationship foundation.  When everyone finds what works for them as individuals, and functions well as a whole in the family, our interactions are strengthened and their lives are in balance.  Frankly, I have found that establishing optimal sleep patterns for each person establishes a smooth overall daily rhythm for the entire home.  It’s definitely worth figuring out.  Thank goodness for the flexibility of homeschooling!

Birthdays

As noted in my previous post, my youngest had his birthday around Christmas Day.  He chose to have a jello cake, that turned out scrumptuous:

And now Alex is celebrating his “birthday week”.  His birthday is officially December 31 and he will be 14.  Alex continues his love of ceiling fans and is currently into “vintage fans”.  With the mentoring of his older sister, he has established his own You Tube channel and has discovered through this venue that there are other “ceiling fan lovers” out there; one right near here in Charlotte even!  They have been his recent inspiration toward vintage, though his Grandpa Draney’s old ceiling fan in his workshop first kickstarted it a few years back.  (The story goes that his Grandpa Draney got the fan from Alex’s great grandpa Bellingar, and once he installed it in his workshop, it has been going non-stop ever since.  These are stories that light up my son’s eyes with interest . . .)

So, first, I had to remind him that Santa doesn’t do “vintage”.   He only does new, so if he gets one, it has to come from his parents (tradition is that there are two Santa presents and one parent present).  So, he was excited to discover that one of his presents under the tree “couldn’t be wrapped” because “they were old”.  I was able to take a stroll at our new downtown that reminds me a lot of the little town I grew up in; at least the architecture being similar.  There were several antique shops, but no vintage CEILING fans, but there were a few vintage TABLE fans.  So, I hoped for the best when I found two at a great price.  Here he is opening his vintage presents:

And here’s what they look like.  The store owner guessed they were 1940s and 1950s, and they both still work:
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He was satisifed enough about the idea they were table fans versus ceiling fans, especially when he was told that there are antique stores he could check out with his big sister during their special trips for the work she does with him.  He didn’t waste any time and off they went on the Friday after Christmas.  Lo and behold, there had been a large hardware store downtown that I had originally thought to check out, but didn’t.  And wouldn’t you know, they have some older ceiling fans!  So, guess what he wanted for his birthday present?  He and his dad went on Saturday to make the purchase.  My hubby was pretty impressed with the store (it had a basement as well, wow!).  Here is the great find:

And so Alex’s love of ceiling fans continues to evolve as outlined in a previous post found here.  Who knows what profession Alex will end up in?  Vintage ceiling fan store owner?  Car mechanic?  Time will tell . . .

Happy birthday my two “youngest” boys!

Remote Control vs. Imaginative Gifts

I knew what I was doing when I did it.  At the top of the Santa wish lists of my two youngest boys were remote controlled flying machines.  I unequivocably told them that I told Santa no remote controlled presents.  Why?  Because they break within days of usage.  Even my careful then 16-year-old who received a remote-controlled airplane ended up with it in a tall tree needing to be brought down by well-thought-out brainiac maneuvers.  And so there were no remote-controlled presents from Santa this year.

But . . . Joseph’s birthday is on Christmas Day.  We celebrate it anywhere from 1-3 days beforehand (we have a tradition in our home for birthdays that the celebratory factor of all the different elements are spread out over a week’s time; thus, referred to as “my birthday week”).  Joseph doesn’t have a LOT of interests, and so I was at a loss as to what to get him for his birthday, after exhausting what I knew he would like for his three Christmas presents.  And so I found myself at the remote-controlled flying machines.  Which brings me back to my knowing what I was doing when I bought it.  It’s not that I want to deny my boys the thrill of the remote or the free form of the fly.  I understood perfectly that it would be short-lived, but wonderful while it lasted.  Thus, I only feel able to spend that type of money occasionally.  A birthday seemed fitting.  So, here is the cool flying machine:

I should have known to have my camera at the ready in order to capture it in it’s heydey, when it was actually flying.  But, alas, it only lasted less than 24 hours.  So, I was caught having to take a picture on the table.  I’m still looking for a package that had what looked like some replacement parts so that older brother Eli could possibly fix it up for another 24 hour go.  But, it seems to have been misplaced.  So, for $30, they got the thrill of flight for a day.

Now, fast forward a couple days to Christmas.  This year, I wanted to get them gifts that kept giving all year that could also serve in diverse functions.  I scored big this year in accomplishing this.  For that same $30, I bought each a new crash helmet in army green to go along with the camo clothes I got so they could enhance their consistent Army play they love so much.  Is this not SO cute (the salute was William’s idea; the boy who is always playing the role in the moment; once clothed, the boy IS the Army solider):

Now, as you take a closer look, they are each holding a teddy bear dressed in camo as well.  I convinced two children who buy presents for their siblings to get each of them these Dollar Tree teddies (obviously, for a buck!), and a camo outfit for each from the same store (again, a buck!), and they just love these.  They always have some kind of “buddy” with them, and I knew they would get hours and days and months out of these dollar teddies.  So, I asked Joseph which was his favorite Christmas present, and he immediately said “Brownie” (his bear).  So, for $1, life is good.

The helmets double for their bikes, and triple for the present I got each of them of roller skates (for Joseph) and rollerblades (for William).  Because of this post I shared a while back, it is still on their favorite list of things to do of late.  Plus, our new friend we visit frequently has a cement drive they can roll on, and we have a nearby park we like to go to that has a huge cemented area they could practice their moves on.

Their last gifts were interest-based.  William received more Playmobil knights and Joseph received more John Deere die cast metal tractors.  These are both their respective stand-by play-alone toys.

As for the older children, presents come in small packages these days.  There were quite a few video games across the board.  Abbey received her own cell phone as she prepares to head off to college.  Of course, this is completely selfish on my part so that we can stay in close contact.  All the other children share a phone, as needed.  Again, it is mainly used so that we can stay in touch when we are apart or for emergency purposes.  My older children just never really got into talking for hours on the phone.  Is that a homeschooling thing?
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I received a couple great presents; actually, one quite amazing.  The great gift was from my hubby.  Now that we are in a log house that can get . . . well . . . quite airy in the winter through all the “normal” cracks, and I love to go barefoot but there are also consistent nails popping up from the wooden floors, he bought me these from L.L. Bean:

My daughter knew this was our last Christmas before she leaves the nest in a way that there will be more separation than togetherness, so she wanted to be sentimental, and she did it perfectly.  Not only did she write me one of her amazing poems that touch the soul, but she wanted to have a “memorial to the relationship we have and the relationship that will continue to grow”.  First, go back to this post I wrote a while back, and then compare the gift:

Beautifully perfect!  I love this girl more than words can express.

To complete my Christmas post, here are the traditions of our home.  First, our Christmas tree:

And every year I bake a coffee cake that my hubby and my oldest son just LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.  It turned out this year better than it has for a while (because they finally came out with a buttermilk bisquit the right size again; not too big, not too small).  My sister-in-law is a great cook and has FABULOUS cooking pictures on her blog, so I thought I could try to have one from me for once (because I DON’T cook much):

Book Writing Update

The day I wrote my post about seeking public accountability in writing my book, I did really well that week.  I did three days that week at 4 hours each.  The next week, which was the week of Thanksgiving, I stunk.  No days that week.  This week didn’t start much better, but I did get in at least 4 hours today.  I intend to force myself to repeat this for each of the next two days as well.

It’s nice having a writer daughter because she “gets” me when I lament about writing.  I get SO excited when I am actually writing because I am taking what is swirling around in my mind, or that has been said in piecemeal ways over the past couple years, and is being put altogether in one place, taking the time to find all the right words and to be complete in my description or explanations.  When I’m in the middle of writing, I don’t know why I’m not writing all the time.

BUT, the flip side is getting myself to sit down and begin.  I know I need a block of time because writing is neither flippant nor a side job.  Once I begin, it takes at least a half hour to rev myself up to the point of inspiration and immersion.  That’s the painful part . . . switching my brain from the myriad of responsibilities I need to be doing or should be doing and putting them on a shelf . . . and letting my brain “go there”.  Even coming out of the writing spree, there is a slowing down and edging out of the “zone”.  It’s releasing the energy and inspiration to merge back into the reality of my everyday life that tends to smack up against me as a sense of dullness in comparison.  And then I find myself not wanting to do anything, as if drained from the experience, and not wanting to figure out how to find my happy place again in my regular life.

And that’s the thing . . . I really LIKE my life, and engaging in the writing process warps my sense of that for a while.  I don’t want to shift myself out of what is going on in the present moment of my own life, but once I do, it is such a thrill to give life and voice to my experiences and observations and knowledge, and then there is the shift back into what I love, but there is a temporary black hole between each of the experiences.So even though it is not yet clear if cialis generika can cause vision loss.

Wow, that was kinda cool to put a voice to it.  Now, I have to go get my daughter to read this to see if she has a similar experience with her writing times.  While I’m waiting for her, I think that’s why there is a difference between blog writing and e-mail writing.  Blog writing has a similarity to my book writing.  I have to immerse myself into the topic at hand and put everything else on a shelf.  The difference between blog writing and book writing, however, is that a blog is meant to be a short representation of one of my ideas, whereas a book is, well, book length.  And e-mail is more of a conversational writing for me.  I don’t necessarily have to go into a zone to write an e-mail unless it has some length to it.  Thus, why I avoid the lengthy e-mails for the most part these days unless I decide to “go there.”

Some writing thoughts . . .