The Power of the Pause

The Power of the Pause

The most powerful skill I’ve learned over the years isn’t how to argue well or even how to solve problems quickly. It’s learning when to pause.

Every workplace, every relationship, and every leadership role eventually presents the same moment: someone becomes overwhelmed, emotions surge, and suddenly a small issue becomes a crisis.

At first it can feel confusing. You try to reason through the situation. You explain the facts. You attempt to calm the person down.

Eventually, though, something becomes clear.

The problem is often not the problem.

What you are actually witnessing is emotional dysregulation.

Emotional dysregulation occurs when someone becomes so overwhelmed by their feelings that their ability to process information rationally begins to shut down. The brain shifts into a stress response. Logic moves to the background while the nervous system takes over.

When that happens, the conversation stops being about facts and becomes about emotional survival.

Certain patterns begin to appear.

The tone escalates quickly.
Small situations become catastrophes.
Blame is directed outward.
Clarification is interpreted as criticism.
Facts are rejected because they do not align with the emotional narrative.

In those moments, the person is not really looking for a solution.

They are looking for relief from the emotional discomfort they are experiencing.

And very often they begin searching—consciously or unconsciously—for someone else to regulate those emotions for them.

Modern workplace research suggests these patterns are more common than many people realize. Surveys conducted by the American Psychological Association have found that nearly 60 percent of employees report experiencing significant stress at work, and many say they feel unprepared to navigate difficult interpersonal conflict.

Stress alone does not cause emotional dysregulation, but it often exposes the coping skills—or lack of coping skills—that people bring into challenging situations.


Seeing the Pattern

My understanding of this didn’t come only from textbooks.

I have a bachelor’s degree in psychology, and earlier in my career I worked in the mental health field with girls who had been removed from their homes and placed in DFS custody.

Those environments were anything but theoretical.

They were intense, emotionally charged, and sometimes dangerous. Situations unfolded in real time, often without warning.

Working with teenage girls already means navigating a stage of life filled with rapid emotional development and hormonal shifts. Adolescence is a time when identity and emotional regulation are still forming.

Add family trauma, abuse, and dysfunction to that already complicated developmental stage, and it often becomes the perfect storm.

Many of the girls we worked with were trying to process years of instability while still learning the most basic tools of emotional regulation. Their reactions were often big, immediate, and deeply connected to experiences that had shaped them long before they arrived in our care.

Research on Adverse Childhood Experiences (ACEs) helps explain why these patterns appear so frequently. According to the CDC, nearly two-thirds of adults report experiencing at least one significant adverse childhood experience, such as abuse, neglect, or household dysfunction. Individuals with multiple ACEs are significantly more likely to struggle with stress regulation, emotional reactivity, and interpersonal conflict later in life.

Later, during my master’s program—where I completed 36 hours of graduate-level coursework in criminal psychology—the work centered on a fundamental question: what causes one person to act destructively while another, often facing similar circumstances, chooses a different path?

Much of the study focused on patterns—family trauma, environmental influences, and the subconscious motivations that shape outward behavior.

What people say on the surface is rarely the entire story.

Behavior is often the visible expression of something happening underneath.

Once you begin to see those emotional currents, it becomes difficult to stop noticing them.


The Rescue Trap

There is a psychological framework often called the Drama Triangle, which describes a dynamic that appears in many conflicts.

It consists of three roles: the Victim, the Persecutor, and the Rescuer.

Someone who feels overwhelmed casts themselves as the victim. Someone else—often the person delivering information, naming a truth, or setting a boundary—quickly becomes the persecutor.

And then a third role appears: the rescuer.

The person expected to smooth things over.
To soften the message.
To repair the emotional fallout.

What often goes unnoticed is that the rescuer is frequently the same person who set the boundary in the first place.

You say what needs to be said.

The other person reacts.

And suddenly you find yourself managing their reaction—backtracking, clarifying, softening, or trying to calm the emotional wave that followed.

At first this can feel compassionate.

It feels like you are helping.

But over time it becomes exhausting.

Because when you repeatedly rescue someone from their emotional responses to boundaries, you unintentionally prevent them from learning how to regulate those responses themselves.

And eventually you come to a difficult realization.

You can speak honestly.
You can set boundaries.
You can offer care.

But you cannot be responsible for stabilizing every emotion that those truths awaken in someone else.

At some point compassion stops meaning “fix it” and starts meaning “allow them to feel what they feel.”


When the Rescue Stops

At one point I found myself caught squarely in the rescue trap.

I had an employee who I also considered a friend. In many ways she was an excellent worker. She was helpful, willing to work hard, reliable, funny, and engaging.

But emotionally, she was constantly in crisis.

Every day there seemed to be some new cliff she needed to be talked down from. Situations that most people would see as minor inconveniences quickly became full-blown emergencies in her mind.

At first, I tried to help.

I listened.
I explained.
I reassured.

Without realizing it, I had slowly become her emotional landing pad—the place where every frustration, fear, and grievance was unloaded.

Eventually I asked something different of her.

Instead of immediately validating the emotional reaction, I asked her to look at the situation rationally.

That moment created a choice.

She could pause and reconsider.

Or she could double down.

She doubled down.

The messages grew longer. More emotional. The accusations more dramatic. The narrative drifted further away from the reality of the situation.

So I stopped responding.

As the younger generation might say, I simply left her on read.

Not out of cruelty, but because continuing the exchange would have meant stepping back into the rescuer role.

The messages became more indignant. More defensive. More irrational.

When others tried to calmly explain the situation, she insisted she was being attacked.

At that point the pattern became unmistakable.

Some people, when given the space to reflect, eventually step back and see the situation more clearly.

Others cannot.


When Boundaries Are Misread

At one point she said something that revealed the dynamic more clearly than anything else.

“I thought you were my friend.”

For a moment I considered responding.

Part of me wanted to say that friends don’t treat each other the way she was treating me.

But I also knew something else.

That response would not lead to clarity.

It would lead to defensiveness.

The conversation would become a battle over who was right rather than an opportunity for reflection.

And I don’t do that.

So I left it alone.

I know what friendship looks like.

It includes respect, accountability, and the ability to hear difficult truths without turning them into personal attacks.

Someone who is deeply caught in emotional dysregulation rarely has the ability to hear that message in the moment anyway.

Trying to force the realization would only create more conflict.

So instead I did the thing that had become the central lesson of the entire experience.

I paused.

And I left her with her own words.

Where I Learned It

Part of the reason I eventually learned the value of the pause is because I grew up in an environment where it didn’t exist.

In my family, conflict was immediate and intense. If something was wrong, it was addressed right away. Voices were raised. Emotions ran high. Harsh words were sometimes exchanged.

Eventually there would be resolution.

But usually only after the emotional storm had already passed.

Once everyone cooled down, apologies were often made and the situation would seem settled. At least until the next disagreement surfaced and the old argument found its way back into the conversation again.

Nothing was ever truly let go.

Psychologists sometimes refer to this pattern as grievance collecting or scorekeeping. Instead of conflicts being repaired and released, they remain stored away—ready to reappear during the next moment of tension.

Over time, this kind of environment can teach people that confrontation must always be intense in order to be honest.

But what makes this interesting is that I did not grow up learning emotional regulation.

I learned it later.

Psychologists studying resilience have found something hopeful: roughly one-third of people raised in high-conflict or unstable environments consciously develop healthier coping and communication patterns as adults.

In other words, people are not doomed to repeat the emotional patterns they grew up with.

Some people repeat them.

Others learn from them.

Over time I began to notice the patterns around me. I saw how quickly conflicts escalated when emotions took control and how much unnecessary damage those moments could cause.

So I began teaching myself something different.

To pause.


Emotional Regulation on the Field

Later in life, I saw another version of these lessons while coaching young girls in cheerleading.

Some of them joined because they imagined cheerleading as the world they saw from the outside—cute skirts, bright smiles, and the idea of being one of the popular girls. I understood that perspective. I had been a cheerleader myself in high school and made varsity my sophomore year.

But they learned quickly that a cheerleader is much more than the skirt she wears.

Cheerleading is a physical sport. Flyers and back spotters lift and support one another, and in many moments one athlete is literally placing her safety in the hands of another.

Before every stunt there has to be communication.

“Ready?”
“5, 6, 7, 8.”

That rhythm isn’t just about starting a routine.

It’s about synchronization.

Everyone has to move together. If one person is early or late, the stunt can collapse.

Because of that, the team had to learn emotional regulation just as much as physical coordination.

Conflicts happened—as they do with any group of young people. But the rule was simple: if something needed to be addressed, we handled it right there. It didn’t bleed into the next practice. It didn’t become hallway gossip or a topic of conversation weeks later.

We worked it out.
We repaired it.
And then we moved forward together.

I used to joke that my coaching style was somewhere between Mary Poppins and General Patton—firm expectations wrapped in encouragement.

Over time something beautiful happened.

The girls learned to communicate clearly, rotate leadership roles, and lift one another up—not just physically, but mentally and emotionally.

And I’ll admit, even now I get a little misty-eyed remembering those moments when they walked out onto the field ahead of me.

I didn’t lead them.

They led the way.

I walked behind them.

A leader sometimes needs to stay behind the flock, letting the most nimble move forward while quietly guiding the direction. From the outside it may look as if the group is simply moving together, not realizing that someone steady is helping hold the path.

Watching those girls step onto the field—confident, focused, and ready—was one of the greatest moments of my teaching life.

Because what they were really learning out there wasn’t just cheerleading.

They were learning trust.

Communication.

Leadership.

And the discipline of pausing long enough to move forward together.

Even years later I still receive messages from former students that simply say:

“Thank you, Coach Steph.”

Those notes remind me that emotional regulation is not just a psychological concept.

It is a life skill.


Skills That Used to Be Taught

Recently I walked into a fast-food restaurant and stepped up to the counter.

The young woman behind the register simply stared at me.

No greeting.
No “hello.”
No “welcome in.”
No “can I take your order.”

Just silence.

It struck me in that moment that we may be living in a different world.

People often joke that each generation is gradually losing manners, work ethic, and moral values. It’s easy to laugh about that idea, but the moment stayed with me because it reflected something deeper.

Many of the small skills that once helped people navigate daily interactions are simply no longer being taught.

How to greet someone.

How to make eye contact.

How to communicate clearly.

Even simple practical habits—like counting back change from a bill instead of just staring at the number on a register—are becoming less common.

It isn’t necessarily a lack of intelligence or ability.

More often, it’s a lack of training.

Work ethic, communication, emotional regulation—these are not traits people are born with. They are skills that used to be taught by families, schools, mentors, and early workplace experience.

When those lessons disappear, people enter adult environments without the tools needed to navigate stress, disagreement, or responsibility.

And when that happens, even small conflicts can escalate quickly.

Which makes something as simple as a pause even more important.

Because sometimes the difference between chaos and clarity isn’t intelligence or authority.

It’s whether someone in the room knows how to slow things down long enough for reason to return.


The Quiet Strength of Steadiness

Over time people begin to recognize steadiness.

When situations become tense—when emotions run high and something needs calm resolution—I often find that I am the person people turn to.

Not because I ask for that role.

But because calm is noticeable.

Organizations and teams tend to recognize people who can remain steady when others are overwhelmed. Those individuals are often entrusted with leadership not simply because of their technical ability, but because they bring stability into chaotic situations.

In my own work life, that steadiness has led to opportunities I am deeply proud of.

I was chosen to run the front of the house in my workplace—responsible not only for operations but for managing people, personalities, and pressure in real time.

I was also selected as a hole captain at a major PGA golf tournament, overseeing a team of seventeen people. Anyone who has worked around a major sporting event knows how quickly things can become stressful when the pace is fast and the expectations are high.

In those moments, what people need most is not someone who reacts.

They need someone who remains calm enough to think.

Leadership research increasingly confirms what experienced managers often observe: emotional regulation is one of the most important leadership skills a person can develop. Studies on emotional intelligence suggest that as many as 90 percent of top-performing leaders score high in emotional self-awareness and emotional regulation.

A steady presence slows the emotional momentum of a room.

It allows rational thinking to return.

Leadership is not about control.

It is about remaining grounded while others are overwhelmed.

And when people repeatedly trust you to hold that role, it becomes a quiet affirmation that the discipline of the pause matters.


The Lesson

Helping someone does not mean absorbing the full weight of their emotional reactions.

You can listen.

You can clarify.

You can offer solutions.

But emotional responsibility ultimately belongs to the person experiencing the reaction.

Sometimes people learn.

Sometimes they don’t.

And sometimes the most compassionate thing you can do is step back and allow the moment to unfold.

Because between reaction and response there is a small space.

And in that space lives something incredibly powerful.

Clarity.

Choice.

And the quiet strength of the pause.

Quick Pickled Vegetables

In the kitchen, I’ve learned that not everything needs to be fixed immediately.
Some things simply need a moment to settle.

Pickling is a lot like that.

The vegetables go in sharp and raw.
The brine is bright and intense.
But when you give it a little time, something changes. The edges soften. The flavors balance. What first felt harsh becomes something vibrant and alive.

Sometimes the best thing you can do is pause and let the moment transform itself.

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Quick Pickled Vegetables

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  • Author: Stephanie Bosch
  • Prep Time: 10 minutes
  • Cook Time: 5 minutes
  • Total Time: Pause / Pickling Time: 1 hour (or overnight for deeper flavor) Total Time: 1 hour 15 minutes
  • Yield: Servings: 6–8 servings

Description

The first taste is always the sharpest.

Give it a little time.

Just like people, vegetables settle once the moment has had space to breathe.

Quick pickled vegetables add brightness and crunch to:

  • grain bowls and Buddha bowls

  • sandwiches and wraps

  • tacos or rice bowls

  • avocado toast

  • charcuterie or snack boards

  • salads needing a little acidic lift

They also make a beautiful garnish for soups and noodle dishes.


Ingredients

Scale
  • 1 cup rice vinegar or apple cider vinegar
  • 1 cup water
  • 1 tablespoon sugar (optional but recommended for balance)
  • 1 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 12 cloves garlic, smashed
  • ½ teaspoon mustard seeds
  • ½ teaspoon black peppercorns

Vegetables (mix and match):

  • cucumbers, thinly sliced
  • carrots, shaved or cut into matchsticks
  • radishes, sliced
  • red onion, thinly sliced
  • bell peppers, thin strips
  • green beans


Instructions

  1. Pack the vegetables into a clean jar.

  2. In a small saucepan, combine the vinegar, water, sugar, salt, garlic, mustard seeds, and peppercorns. Bring just to a simmer until the salt and sugar dissolve.

  3. Pour the warm brine over the vegetables until fully covered.

  4. Let the jar sit on the counter for about 20–30 minutes to cool slightly, then place in the refrigerator.

  5. The vegetables will be lightly pickled in about one hour, but they become even better if you let them sit overnight.


Notes

• Thin slicing is key for quick pickles. The thinner the vegetable, the faster it absorbs the brine.
• These pickles keep well in the refrigerator for up to 2 weeks.
• Feel free to experiment with spices—dill seeds, coriander, chili flakes, or fresh herbs can add wonderful variation.
• The brine should taste slightly stronger than you expect; the vegetables will mellow the flavor as they absorb it.

Storage: Refrigerate up to 2 weeks

Don’t shoot the messenger

Don’t shoot the messenger

This piece was written by my good friend and neighbor, Kelly Wolz.  It is dedicated to all the girls I’ve loved before, my sisters of the present, and all the women I will meet and share life with in the future.

My sentiments exactly.

XOXO,

Steph

———–

I have been seeing a lot of reviews on the Barbie Movie, and to be honest, I haven’t seen it, and I’m not sure if I will.

It’s not that I’m not a supporter of females or blind to all the adversities we feel and deal with daily. Trust me. I could write a book on how dirty I and some women in my industry have been played.

Disclaimer, I know what I’m about to say will come off as wholly arrogant, and that’s okay. I feel a bit entitled and proud of my hard work and where I am, and it didn’t come easy.

Sadly, I’m not the norm regarding confidence, and I’m incredibly comfortable in my skin.

Here is the truth. Unfortunately, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows regarding being a confident female. Unfortunately, that confidence comes with extreme guilt, sadness, hate, and wonder.

Regarding the hate, I take action from Jay Z’s playbook “Gone brush your shoulders off.”

It’s the wonder of women that always gets me messed up. Women always wonder what other women have or how they walk around with such confidence—constantly questioning the validity of their own persona and doubting that someone with a certain face, size, kind of car, hair, makeup, kids, husband, no husband, etc could be so happy.

Instead of being happy and proud, most women are in disbelief and wonder why someone could be so delighted with who they are and what they have.  

Just know, What’s good for me or someone else, may not suit you. Good thing, I am me, and you are you.

And for me one of the hardest things for me as a female is to watch another female (especially if it’s someone I respect) bring another female down. What’s even worse than that???

Witnessing such beautiful women struggle with what they see in the mirror and then letting that image affect them mentally.

So you know, some of the most physically beautiful friends and family I have, maybe some of the most insecure people I know.

Society has led people to believe we should be concerned and worried about women who don’t charm the world and the insecurities they may have as a result. (Don’t worry about us; our milkshakes can still bring the boys out to the yard). 😉

I am more concerned about our children and the women who hold the power to charm the world and feel that pressure always. They spend their time counting calories, feeling the need for the best of everything: the perfect body, hair, clothes, and makeup.

It’s almost as if the world treats them like performers. Their sole purpose is to be easy on the eyes of society.

And the moment they take a break from trying to impress the world, they feel that negative energy from everyone because people hold so much value in their beauty that they don’t take the time to see their inner beauty.

Ladies, can we make a pack? To be more supportive of each other and more open about our confidences and insecurities. Can we build each other up instead of ripping each other down when we think someone has surpassed where we want to be?

Let’s use our women super powers and determination to ensure our children have fewer adversities than we do. We are all in this together ❤️

You Gotta Nourish In Order To Flourish

You Gotta Nourish In Order To Flourish

One of my “favorite book” recommendations is a book that I used to gift to my health coaching clients. It is called “The Mindful Diet How to Transform your Relationship with Food for Lasting Weight Loss and Vibrant Health (Wolver, Ruth, et al.,2015). The cover is a little tattered and torn, but no worse for wear, as they say!  Deeply rooted in Psychology, I like it because it helps you understand your relationship with yourself–from many angles. And we, the readers, are gifted with tools and easy ways to create sustainable changes for a healthy life.

I am on day 4 of a 7-day detox, in which the first two days are an herbal liquid fast. When you don’t eat for 68 hours, it’s an easy way to understand and know your cravings! You can even write them down if you want. It’s an excellent way to check in with ourselves.

During this time of fasting, I realized that I had ebbed away from the things that brought me actual physical, mental, and spiritual well-being. I know how I feel when I take care of myself in all those ways, And I also know what it feels like to neglect myself in those ways. Holistic health is the Tao of Happiness!

I have also decided to give up alcohol for the time being, if not forever. And not just because it’s awful for my body. My reflux and weight gain are directly correlated to my alcohol consumption. But I am rebelling against our cultural love of alcohol. Alcohol is poison. It is not medicine. Though I believe many people use it that way.  It numbs, but it’s also death to more than just brain cells. I know someone in a coma RIGHT NOW because of a drunk driving incident.I saw a great quote: “Alcohol is the only drug that if you DON’T do it, people assume you have a problem. Now, that’s a problem.   But it’s everywhere. EVERYWHERE!

And I want to fall in love with good nutrition again because guess what? It can also taste good! That idea is what made me want to become a professional chef. I also know that I want to eat good food and not just eat what tastes good. Oreos are vegan! And guess what? Our healthy tastebuds have been hijacked!

Our entire understanding of what to eat has been conflated and confused. We are disconnected between what goes in and what comes out of us! But no wonder we have commercials for “Arby’s—We got the meat.” The next damn commercial is for Lipitor or Viagra. I just read that the average 40-year-old takes two long-term prescription medications daily. It goes up A LOT the older we get. The number of pills my 82-year-old stepdad takes is staggering. Watch the documentary “Game Changers.”

Change is possible, but it is also incremental. One of the things that I always say is, “Think Evolution, not Revolution. Change takes practice. Like anything else, it takes a desire and effort, but pace yourself. I tend to take off quickly! Also, we need to get out of our way. My friend did the Hard 75. Her advice is, like Nike, “Just do it.” Hey, monkey mind, stop thinking about it and go do it already!

In psychology, we talk a lot about the mind all the time! But how many of us understand what it even is? Ha! Here’s a quick Psych 101 lesson. The first layer of our mind is the waking mind, also known as the chattery mind. It’s the always-thinking, mile-a-minute mind that likes to achieve satisfaction!

The second layer of our mind is our reactive mind. The “what do we do mind.” “Do I go home and fix dinner or run yourself through a drive-thru?” This is the judgmental mind that loops all of us! This mind can trick even the most experienced of us!  “Eh, I’ll make dinner tomorrow night.”

And the third and final mind is the wise old owl mind. The mind simply does what it needs to do, even if it’s hard, because it knows it’s essential. It is also the practicing mind.  Repetition and practice are what allow change to change us!

Excerpt from The Mindful Diet How to Transform your Relationship with Food for Lasting Weight Loss and Vibrant Health. Wolver, Ruth, et al.,  2015

 

In effect, it is from this perspective that one can become a teaching mind. It takes discipline as well as desire to achieve “real” change. From now on, my hope is to share what I know. And I promise to practice what I teach. I love cooking. Food is life. But there is so much more to proper health and well-being than what we eat. Don’t worry. I’ll still share recipes because I will never stop cooking!

From this day forward, this space will be all-encompassing, holistic, and from a place of authenticity and selflessness.  It’s not about me, yet it is about me. This is why I share my cooking videos, but I’m not in a bikini doing it!  In fact, you’ll rarely see my face. I believe in plant medicine, and yes, I am pro-marijuana.  I believe in moving and stretching the body, but I don’t think that has to be in a gym. I will explore topics in alternative medicine, psychology, and spirituality.  I believe in a higher power. In practice, I am an omnist; I don’t believe there is one path to transcendence (though much of my practice is rooted in Buddhism), and I am not here to judge or deny anyone for their beliefs.

And as to the knowledge I share, I humbly say that most of what I know comes from standing on the shoulders of giants. Those brave souls paved the way for folks like you and me to know and grow!  So you will often hear me reference doctors, researchers, educators, activists, mentors, and musicians.  I will also share personal experiences and stories of my friends and me.

I am an ardent follower of people like Dr. Michael Greger, MD, Dr. Neal Barnard, MD, Dr. T. Colin Campbell, Ph.D.; and Dr. Stephen Cabral, ND.

I hope to impart wisdom and humor from great contemporaries like Maya Angelou and Matthew McConaughey (if you haven’t read his “Greenlights” book, ya gotta); and neuroscientist Andrew Huberman just to name a few.

Furthermore, I will reference activists like John Muir, Sierra Club, Peta…and THAT list goes on and on! Just a forewarning, tho, on the topics of animals and our planet, I’m going to be factual and blunt.

Finally, I encourage people to have reasonable, even heated, discussions!  I am a very passionate person! And I love being in the scrum!  But I will literally block people from my page if they cannot have a dignified and respectful conversation.

Helping others by helping ourselves is the best gift we can give the world.

#The journey of 1000 miles…

XOXO —Steph

“What we seed, we feed.” 

The Mad Dash to the Middle

The Mad Dash to the Middle

It is no secret that our educational system here in the US is far behind its peers. Our investments in healthcare and education have not only fallen short, but they have also fallen short to our detriment. We are ranked 27th in the world, both in health and education. We are 38th out of 71 countries when it comes to math scores and 24th when it comes to science. While countries like Finland, Iceland, Denmark, and the Netherlands currently lead the way, the US continues to fall behind consistently. If the government does not like spending money on education, does that mean should just settle for living in a society where knowledge and power are only afforded by the rich? Suffering of course are the anxious poor wanting more of what they rich have, yet always receiving less? I suppose this is the curse of capitalism, but that is a topic for another day.

Under Trump’s tutelage, the current head (cough, cough) of the Department of Education Betsy Devos, supported $5.6 billion in cuts from its fiscal budget. Thankfully he backed away from his attempt to cut federal aid for the Special Olympics program. But I guess it was a little harder to sneak that one past. Sneak past whom. I’m not sure. Education and healthcare are not topics much-lamented over here in the US.

I don’t want to bash a broken educational system. But like our healthcare system, I no longer wish to be a part of it. This year, with the help of a dedicated community of self-educators, I will begin the academic instruction of my children. Now, this may sound like a lofty aspiration, or even a slow descent into madness; either way, I have no reservations about my decision. I do not want my children happily educated in the middle of a substandard bell curve, so they can graduate and be chewed up and swallowed into the belly of a capitalistic beast.

On our way to dinner the other evening, we saw a woman standing on the side of the road with a broken-down minivan. She looked tired and hot, maybe about twenty-five years old. She had taken her baby out of the warm car and sat her carrier on an even hotter concrete, while a two-year-old boy was making a run for it every time she turned her back. We passed by, and without a word, my husband circled back around. When we got to her, she was sobbing. It turns out she was a single mom living at a weekly rental motel. She had reached her limit. She was not just crying; she was sobbing. The weight of her life was taking its toll. The weight of driving across the state with no air conditioning, crying babies in the back seat, and just enough gas from her step-dad to get them home took its toll. Well, almost home. She was grateful, embarrassed, tired, scared, on her last leg. I don’t think I’ll ever forget her. Her greatest sin? She was poor and likely “uneducated” poor. She was trapped. And I can’t help but recoil knowing that we are considered a modern industrialized society. Imagine the poor, illiterate women in developing countries; it’s mindboggling.

But man, or woman, poverty and lack of education are conscious means of control. My mom always used to say, “they can take the house, or your car, they can even take your life, but they can’t take your education.” Not exactly sure who “they” are…so we’ll call them “the man!” But she was correct. Education teaches literature, math, science; this is true. A well-rounded, solid education should also teach you to think for yourself, to question everything, not to believe everything you hear or see, to examine and reflect upon everything. That will be my goal here on my homeschool page, to be the teacher and the student.
I am looking forward to this new journey.