This morning I am thinking about my brother Jay. As many of you know, either because you know him personally or you’ve read other posts about him, he is a mentally disabled 20 year old living in a group home. It’s been a rocky road with him. When he was adopted at the age of 2 months, no one knew anything was wrong. When his behavior got him expelled from kindergarten, we still didn’t know there was anything really seriously wrong, just that he was a bit wild and developmentally delayed. But things didn’t really get better. That was around the time I got married, and I wasn’t even in the same town as Jay for about ten years. I would hear reports on the phone from my Mom, who was frazzled and worn out and at her wits’ end with him. I heard about the different medications, the treatment plans, the new schools and doctors. He got a lot worse before he started getting better. When I finally moved back to Abilene, Jay was so bad that he was on high doses of serious anti-psychotic medications and had been hospitalized. We were all sad – Jay was so drugged up. He was sad, too, and wanted to come home. From the time he came home – to a group home, this time – things started improving. Since then, I think about five or six years ago now – he has had good times and bad times, but things keep getting better, so much so that I am often amazed at the progress he continues to make.

Jay’s latest successes seem to be in the area of friendships. We used to take him to church with us every other week, but now it has to be every Sunday, because Jay wants to see his friends. All week, every time we talk on the phone, we have to talk about his friends at church. These friends don’t brush him off – they talk to him like he is a normal person. They listen to him. The hug him and go out to lunch with him. It’s wonderful.

Ray and I started taking him to church with us a while back, and Jay has blossomed there. At first, we were sort of embarrassed at Jay’s enthusiastic behavior. We come from such an orderly tradition when it comes to the time spent in corporate worship, and Highland really pushes those boundaries (or at least, they felt pushed when we first joined, but now it seems normal) sometimes. People get excited, and they show it in various ways, sometimes through clapping and raising their hands during the songs, but it still isn’t wild and crazy. It’s orderly excitement. It suits Jay perfectly, but there is nothing orderly about him at all. He claps, he raises his hands, he sings/yells at the top of his lungs, he shouts ‘Amen!’, and he often echoes whatever is said from the pulpit. I admit, we still get embarrassed. There is inevitably someone sitting nearby in this huge congregation who doesn’t know Jay. I always catch their furtive glances as they look around, trying not to be obvious, to see who is worshipping so inappropriately. I smile at them. The worst is when we’re singing some serious, solemn song, and Jay decides to start clapping. During these times, I grab his arm and tell him it isn’t a clapping song. And it never ceases to amaze me how many people tell me that they are inspired by watching Jay in church. People have fussed at me for attempting to silence him. People say when they hear him clapping from across the huge auditorium, it makes them happy. People say that when Jay echoes a prayer, they are touched. So I’m standing there next to him, elbowing him, shushing him, and putting my fingers in my ears because he claps so loudly – and the specialness of Jay is filling the room, pricking the hearts of other worshippers, and in his imperfections, people see God’s hand. He is special, and that means more to me all the time.

Jay and one of his many friends at church, Bethany.

Well, my henna website paid off big time. Someone in Abilene – a native girl – was marrying a guy from Rajasthan, and it was very important to him and his family, who are Hindus, that his bride have henna done in the traditional way. Fortunately, she also thought it was very cool and was totally on board with it. The sister of the bride started searching, and there I was – the only (as far as I know) website advertising henna (including weddings) in this little town, although there are a few other people here who practice the art. The bride, Chelsey, met with me and we exchanged many emails to work out details of the designs and what times I would do the work. It’s kind of tricky, because you want the henna to be the darkest at the time of the wedding, and it can take 48 hours to fully darken. There are also lots of traditions surrounding the practice, including that if the henna stays on a really long time, it signifies that the marriage will be a good one and also last a really long time. So the pressure was on to do a great job.

I learned several things about doing henna for a wedding, starting with the fact that it takes much longer than I expected to do that many elaborate designs. But it was well worth it.

Wednesday, I did henna from 5pm until 2am, without really any breaks except to shove a bite of pizza in my mouth or take a sip of my tea. I spent about 3 hours each on the two bridesmaids and the mother of the bride. Each of them wanted the equivalent of 4 elaborate designs – each around 45 minutes. I couldn’t believe I was there for 9 hours straight! Thursday, I took two naps and then headed back, and did henna from 7pm until 2am: seven hours total, just on the bride. Actually, I also put her name in Hindi on his upper arm, but that took about five minutes. Chelsey had both hands done, from her fingertips to almost her elbows: a heart on the palms and elephants on the backs, and I had to hide both of their names in the design in Hindi. Fortunately, the groom had written these down for me, since otherwise I would have had no clue. Chelsey had both feet done from toes up to almost her knees, and she had two designs on her back. She had a cross on one shoulder and a Ganesh on the other, symbolizing the merging of two belief systems in their marriage. We had to finish the bride that night, no matter how tired either of us were, because of the magic 48 hours between then and the wedding. So it was 2am again. Friday, now migraine-y and groggy, I went back in the evening for her mehendi party. Fortunately, it was only about 4 hours. I hennaed about 15 women and girls, just small designs on their palms and hands, plus one pregnant belly. Then I finished the work on the hands of the mother of the bride, which I had been unable to complete on the first night when I got too tired to see straight. Finally, I went back one last time, Saturday morning, to apply the gilding (gold accents) to the designs on the bride. The gilding lasts only a day, or until you wash it, so it had to be applied the morning of her wedding so it would look great for the photos. In all, I worked 21 hours over 4 days. I’m still a little tired, but I think they were all satisfied. I would love to do mehendi for another wedding…just not this month!

Henna is wonderful. I love how it smells, how it stains, and the history and traditions behind it. It’s practiced in some way in over sixty countries, going back thousands of years. The earliest known use of henna was ancient Egypt – some of the pharaohs had henna on their fingernails when they were mummified. How cool is that? Of course you can also use it to stain your hair a serious red, and it has various medicinal uses. I like the mixing of it, the rolling of cones to put it in, and the application of whatever pattern I’m doing. I like how it brings people together – usually women – to share a moment, talk, laugh, either just two of us or a whole room full. I love the expectation associated with henna and the art of mehendi; usually someone having henna done is preparing for a wedding, an event, a trip, an anniversary, or just a time when they can let loose a bit, and show it by having art work on their body in a way they wouldn’t normally have.

Bridesmaid Feet 1

Bridesmaid Feet 1 Back

Bridesmaid Feet 2

Bride Feet

Bride Palms

I am doing the henna for a Hindu/Christian wedding this week, and while I’m very happy about it, it’s time consuming. Last night I started at 5pm and finished at 2am, and that was only the wedding party. Tonight is the bride, tomorrow night is the official mehendi party with many female friends and relatives of the bride, and Saturday morning is the gilding before her photo shoot. So I’m kinda swamped. And my hands are a bit sore. I’ll post photos next week after I’ve finished the work. See you then!

It’s been twelve years since my first child was born. We lived in Rochester, NY when it was time for her to start kindergarten, and I was afraid to send her off to school away from me, away from our home, out into the big scary world where she might be hurt in some way. That’s how I felt about kindergarten, and I probably would have felt the same way, even if we had lived in a better school district. My first foray into home education was a reaction to the world around me. I was also a frequent listener to conservative talk radio, and I really thought my precious little child would be brainwashed if I sent her to a public school. I had a college education and a strong background in English – really thought I could do an excellent job in everything but math – and Ray was somewhat of a math genius, so we were covered. And really, it went pretty well. We joined a home school group and attended meetings, started reading the literature, attending annual conferences, and participating in plenty of activities so no one could ever say our little pupil was unsocialized. There was some regulation in New York, and I had to turn in paperwork to the school district saying what she would be learning – detailing all of the curriculum I had planned, really, which I believe started in first grade. In NY, the kids had to take standardized tests periodically, too, and they had to achieve a certain level of success in order to remain in a home school. At the time, this really rankled me, but we complied and everything was fine.

After NY, we moved back to Texas. Abilene has many wonderful schools, but we persisted with the home schooling. My sister (a former teacher) and her husband (a teacher) were baffled at our choice, and I think they took it a bit personally that we continued to keep Virginia at home. Perhaps it was more a natural result of my own condescending attitude? The me from those years would certainly annoy the me of today. I was condescending. I was rude. And I thought I knew everything there was to know about educating my child.

This next part is difficult for me to write, because I still have good friends who home school their children. I don’t know that any of them read what I write here, but if so, I hope they can see through my personal disillusionment to the part where I say that home schooling works well for some families.

Somewhere between kindergarten, when we started, and mid-fourth grade, when we stopped for good, I became a home school cult member. I absorbed all of the jargon and reasoning, both the good and the ridiculous, and I did a bit of cramming it down the throats of unbelievers. I said home schooling was the best, the most natural, the only real option for someone who cared about the education of their child.

Here is a sample of some of the reasoning I bought into: It’s unnatural to force your child to sit in a classroom with other children of the same age, because that will never again happen in life. Public school is an unsafe environment. Being around children who use profanity and know about things like sex will negatively influence my child. Teachers with political agendas will convince my child to abandon the politics of our family. School detracts from family time. Children who attend school are more in tune with their peers than with the family, which is bad for the family. Children who attend school are less well behaved than home schooled children. Children at public schools are subject to bullying and should be protected from it until those years are over. Home school provides the freedom to teach religious beliefs as part of school. Home school provides enough freedom to explore the child’s interests more fully, and to learn advanced subjects early if desired. Home schooled children are smarter, better, well mannered, assertive, and extremely well educated. I should provide the absolute best possible for my child, especially in education. My highest priority should be my children. And somehow, finally, if you home school your kids, you love Jesus and your family more.

If you home school your kids and you have not been sold this stuff, then I’m sorry, because I know it must sound offensive. It kind of is, actually, whichever side you’re on. If you’ve never heard any of these reasons before, read any book that promotes home schooling. I promise, it’s all there, though maybe not as bluntly. There is also the general idea that anyone can home school, that it’s really the best option for every family, and if you try harder to arrange your schedule and finances, you can do it and do it well. If you don’t, you’re either ignorant of the facts or you don’t care about depriving your kids. Again, if you home school and this isn’t the way you think, I’m sorry. I definitely encountered this thinking, though, and it eventually turned me off.

The first time we took a break from home schooling, Virginia was in the third grade. Edward was a baby and I was trying to teach her at home while dealing with postpartum depression. It wasn’t going well. For the health of myself and our family, we put her in public school about a month into the school year. I almost had an anxiety attack: would she come home bruised, beaten, and a Democrat? To my great relief, she did not. She was fine. She even liked it, but I continued to struggle with the idea. I had a lot of guilt, because in my mind, I was a failure. We had been learning Latin together, for goodness sake, and now she would be stuck with a bunch of wild kids whose parents probably let them watch R-rated movies, and surely she would grow bored with the dumbed-down things she learned. We were pleasantly surprised.

Still, we took her back out before the end of the year and returned to home schooling. I remember telling the teacher, who we loved (still do), that it wasn’t the school or her class…we just felt like home school was best for our family. We were home schoolers at heart. Well, I was wrong about that, too. She finished third grade and the first semester of fourth at home with me, and I was much better at that point. Right after Christmas when Virginia was in fourth grade, we took our first trip to India (our kids stayed with grandparents). That trip ended any uncertainty on my part about home schooling. I think I even realized this before we got back home – possibly on the actual plane trip. Somewhere in the insanity of trying to do good things, I got caught up founding an orphanage. It was these kids who surrounded us in India, these kids who changed my views on education. When we got home, Virginia was enrolled in public school once again, and she has been in school ever since then. Sure, we had some problems with bullying at one point, but instead of going back to home school, we switched schools and put her in private school.

Some of the main reasons we were home schooling were challenged by what we saw in India. The kids there attend school longer hours than the kids in Texas, and they are still vitally connected to their parents and families. Instead of our kids being alienated because of school, I now see this as a cultural problem. I don’t think home school will fix it. The idea that I must be wholly dedicated to providing the absolute best for my children seemed absurd when I considered what a little compromise would do. If I sent my child to an institution where people are actually trained to educate, I could be spending more time raising money to support the children at the orphanage. One of the benefits of living there is that the kids get to go to school. Is it better to teach my child Latin and let her learn in the best way for her personality? Or to become an advocate who directs a program that provides an education for dozens of children who would otherwise be beggars? And it was no great sacrifice to send her…after all, it’s free, it’s mandatory, it’s close. They even provide transportation if you don’t live close to school. After seeing the conditions of the street kids in India, an American public education seemed like a downright luxury. I realized I was a bit too focused on myself and my own kids. Why do they need the best of everything? They don’t.

The notion that home school provides the best education is another point of contention. It’s hard to say. I know some home schooling moms and dads who are phenomenal, and their kids are really getting a top notch experience. I know others who are doing their kids a real disservice by teaching them at home. I don’t think everyone should – or could – educate at home, but I don’t think it should be outlawed. Yet, there are problems. Home schoolers don’t want any regulation, because it’s widely seen as government interference, which in my experience, is often a political stance. I’ve also heard home schoolers say that regulation would just mean more work for those home educators who are already doing a good job, and those who are cheating the system and their kids would only ignore the regulations. I used to believe that, but now I’m pro-regulation for home educators. I believe – and remember, I’ve been a home school insider – that there are a few home schoolers who are abusive, rotten parents who aren’t teaching at all, the kind you hear about in the news from time to time who don’t send their kids to school so the teachers won’t see the signs of abuse. This is sick and horrible, but it’s true that those people often use home schooling to hide what they’re doing. No, I don’t think any of them would be honest about any regulation. But…if kids were required to be tested, and the abused kids didn’t show up or failed, hopefully, the bad parents would be caught. However, I think this is a side issue in home schooling. On the other end of the spectrum are the awesome home schooling families. To these people, everything is a learning opportunity, they are dedicated and the parents make sure the kids are learning well. If there is a problem, the parents know how to get help, and they do it. Yes, regulation would be a burden on these people, but I don’t think it can be helped. The majority of home educators, I believe, fall between these two extremes, and they could use some regulation. In this middle group are the parents who try hard, but are not good teachers. There are the parents who teach science using the Bible as a textbook. There are the kids who aren’t learning well and won’t be successful in the real world. There are the frazzled moms who feel like they should be teaching at home, but they can’t spell, or do arithmetic, or really teach anything beyond about sixth grade. But if you’re a die hard member of the home school movement, it can be really hard to admit that it’s not working for your family anymore. It’s hard to eat your words (I know this!). I’ve heard mom-teachers confess about ending a subject early because they were tired of it, or not being diligent about making the student learn the math, or getting sidetracked mid-morning and losing the day of study. I’ve heard groups of home schooling moms laugh over the trials of teaching at home, and how these things happen a lot. I think this is kind of a big deal, and not a good thing.

If you’re one of those fabulous home educators, missing a day here and there is probably something you can work around. But for the majority, I think it’s bad. I remember reading that learning gaps were not necessarily a bad thing. Everyone has a learning gap in some area, the book said. Maybe so. But if you are the sole source of your child’s education, and YOU have a learning gap…shouldn’t that be a concern? It makes more sense to me now to let the math expert teach math, and the science expert teach science, etc. How could I hope to do a better job on my own? I have been most disturbed by home school parents who cannot spell or use good grammar, and I’ve seen quite a few, unfortunately. This skill – reading and writing, using language proficiently, is HUGE. It helps you (or hurts you) in every other subject. What does that mean for your kids if you don’t know sell from sale, or igneous from ingenious? You can’t use apostrophes correctly? Maybe you should consider public school. Just a suggestion. Have you seen the home schooling t-shirts with the names and pictures of famous people, founding fathers, Nobel prize winners, and the like, who were all home schooled? Now think about all of the great people you know and respect…who went to a public school. Yes, until a couple hundred years ago, education at home was the norm. Our founding fathers were educated at home. I hear this as a reason to educate at home…but I sure wouldn’t want to go back to those days. For one thing, some of my dear friends would be enslaved, and for another, the woman as docile housekeeper doesn’t appeal to me. (If you are a KKK member or someone who believes a woman’s place is only in the home, this probably isn’t a blog you’ll identify with…might be a good time to navigate elsewhere.)

There are absolutely instances when home school is the best for a family. There are definitely circumstances where public school doesn’t work out, or where a learning eccentricity needs more attention than a child can get at school, but I don’t think most people home school for those reasons. Every one of the reasons I used to home school has an answer, a flip side, and argument that’s just as strong from the other perspective. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t home school if none of those reasons are valid for you…you can do whatever the heck you want with your kids’ education. I’m just telling you why I got off the home school bandwagon. Let the chips fall where they may.

At this moment, my brain is overflowing with information about getting published. It’s rather overwhelming, to say the least. I’m reading oodles of articles and how-to lists and insider tips. I’m taking notes on everything, because I can’t possibly remember it all. At this point in my writing career, I have two complete novels. The first is a whopping 165,000 words. The second is only 65,000. Each of these has undergone a first round edit and is being read by friends. I’ve sent out a few query letters, and I feel like I’m learning more and more every day. Today, I decided that the queries are premature, and I will definitely be making some changes before I send another.

Here are the things I thought were true before:

  1. That writing a fantastic novel will likely result in being published. Not so!
  2. That getting an agent meant calling people on the phone. (So glad that’s not the case.)
  3. That a novel had to be really long to be good. (No, first I publish something of normal length. If it’s greatly successful, then people will want to buy something really long that I’ve written.)
  4. That I was the boss of my characters. (I’ve said before that they do their own thing, which often irritates me.)
  5. That the majority of the work would take place during the writing process.

Here are the things I am glad I did:

  1. Finished the first behemoth novel before reading one bit about how to get published. I was right when I thought that the process of finding an agent to represent the book – and learning all about the crazy process of query letters and writing a synopsis and all – would be so stressful that it would distract me from the novel itself. Now, even though the next steps are daunting, I already feel the first relief of success, just because I’ve actually written something that long (not that length makes it good). There is something very satisfying about having a novel-length work under your belt, even if so far it’s only been printed out on your own printer.
  2. This one is ongoing: I’m glad I’ve learned so much about the publishing business and how to go about accomplishing my goals. Yes, the stats are daunting, but it’s good to know what you’re facing and be equipped to do your best.
  3. I’m glad I haven’t invested my very soul into the first book. Yes, it’s really special to me. Yes, I really like it. But it’s flawed, it needs more work, more polish, and there will always be other novels. I have read several books on the publishing process already, but I keep learning more, and some of the things I’m learning are resulting in changes to my first book. But that’s okay.
  4. I’m glad to be going down this writing road, period. I’ve always dreamed of writing a book, getting published, seeing my book(s) on the shelves at the bookstore. If you never try it, you’ll never know. At least I’ll know.

Here are some useful things about publishing I’ve learned:

  1. Just learned this one today: a publisher doesn’t want a debut novel to be longer than about 80,000-100,000 words, because of the risk. A bigger book costs more to publish, and they don’t like to take a risk with a newbie. (Now I realize that SCRIBE is way too long…soon I will be hacking it in half. I will also be reworking the outline to include what happens next so I can turn it into a series. I’ve also had some cool ideas in the prequel area. We’ll see. I’m very excited about the third rewrite!)
  2. The query letter is something one could probably get a college degree in. That’s about how much you apparently needs to know to craft a worthy query. Oh my goodness! So you write this one page letter, preferably less, and you have to boil your novel down to a couple of sentences. And the letter has to be absolutely perfect. Even then, if the agent is scanning and sees that you have nothing else published, or that it’s too long, or that it’s on cheap paper…the agent may never actually read those few sentences you agonized over.
  3. It’s a seriously long process with lots of people and many months from the time you write the novel to the time it gets to the shelf. Each person is like an obstacle course for your book to get through, and it can meet doom at any point along the way.
  4. Write the novel and have it perfect before you ever look for an agent. Yes, this means months of work with no pay, no promise. You might spend a year or more of your life on something that will never see the light of day. I would think this alone would be daunting enough to weed out the writing weaklings. If you’re compelled to write, the lack of any guarantee is mildly depressing, but you’re still writing. Because the story has to be told. Sure, it would be awesome to meet with success on such a long project, but if it’s a dud, you just write the next one. And the next one.

Here are some pieces of advice that have really meant a lot to me:

  1. Sure, 98 percent of all books are rejected. Be part of the 2 percent!
  2. Keep reading and writing every day. Don’t give up.
  3. All of the fabulous writers who were rejected zillions of times before they were published.
  4. First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they attack you, then you win. -Gandhi
  5. Agents dream of discovering the next big writer.
  6. Agents need writers.
  7. Each rejection is one closer to the acceptance.

What’s next, you ask? Several things. First, I’ll be reworking SCRIBE, like I said. I’ll be adding to the outline to include what happens next and what happened before, without necessarily making major changes to the current story line. Then I’ll decide how much of the story goes in each of the books in the series. Then I’ll do a rewrite of whichever book is first, and I assume I’ll get it polished and restart the query letter process. Second, I’ll ignore the second novel, THE GREAT UNEVEN, while I let friends read it for a month or so. After I get feedback, I’ll expand it some and polish it, and then possibly start the query process, or maybe let it rest for awhile and see if I still like it later. Third, my blog. I want to move everything to my new domain name (which doesn’t have the word knocker in it, btw). I am also toying with the idea of writing a serial novel – in regular installments – on the blog itself. I keep reading about promoting yourself on a blog by focusing on your area of expertise…well, mine is writing. I keep coming back to this idea of posting a novel online, which could be really fun, especially if I get feedback from readers as I go. Is this a good idea? If I do it, I’ll start in January…and it also depends on what ideas come to me between now and then. Fourth, I really need to go to bed. Right now.

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