Over here in Australia we’re slipping into Autumn, and over in America you’re losing an hour’s sleep and waiting for Spring…while we’re all waiting for the weather to change, let’s have a look at some peculiar treasures!
First up, there’s been discussion about kids having no moral compass. No, that kids have a moral compass but it’s broken. No, actually, kids have a moral compass it’s adults who are asking the wrong questions… Here’s the initial article arguing that kids aren’t being taught moral truths, just options, and a later piece disagreeing on multiple fronts.
Too much moral weight and argument too soon in the week? Have a piece of pay it forward pizza instead. Warm, stretchy fuzzies guaranteed. Then there’s an open letter to all (possibly lonely) Moms of older kids to boost and encourage you, and a glimpse into how a Mom helped save her daughter and their relationship through poetry.
If you’d like something easy on the eyes, there’s findings that looking at art keeps you fit inside and out, and the man who makes art inside cliffs that you can wander around, on, under and through.
There have been many words added to the dictionary in recent years, but what about the surprising words that have been removed? Try your words with one of the most bookish spelling tests I’ve seen in years (examples feature Mr Darcy, vampires and bookshelf organisation).
Finally, this week’s First Draft Poetry, a found poem crafted by Sandra from the Modest Mouse interview, titled Strangers to Ourselves:
it’s not a race
to have something to say
to fill my head
try on a lot
in the interim
I spent time
In the woods in Oregon
It’s easy to lose track of time