With Trump’s recent executive order on “common sense school discipline,” many are interpreting it as opening the door for stricter punishment in schools — including corporal punishment in states or districts where it’s already legal.

While the EO does not explicitly mandate or reinstate corporal punishment, its vague language — emphasizing “traditional virtues” and “common sense discipline” — empowers local authorities who already support these practices to lean further into them. That makes the implications deeply concerning, especially for families in regions where physical punishment remains normalized.

So, I sat down with my son’s elementary school teacher to ask if this would change anything for them…

I was raised by a mother who breathed life into everything—

dandelions with voices, dragons with dignity,

cotton balls that became clouds in cardboard skies.

She could animate creatures big and small,

giving them names, stories, and purpose—

teaching me that motherhood isn’t just caretaking,

it’s world-making…

Today is Beltane!

For those who don’t know—Beltane is a celebration of earth’s blossoming,

the fiery, joy-filled midpoint between spring equinox and summer solstice.

It’s the season when the earth surges with life:

flowers bloom, leaves are abundant, bees dance among blossoms,

and the sun offers longer, brighter light over us.

And here’s what I want you to know, both as a parent and as a homeschooling mama…

We don’t just fight for liberation—

we live it.

We dance for it.

We feast for it.

We raise our kids in it.

We sing it into the streets.

We hold hands and laugh around fires,

even when the world tells us there’s nothing to smile about.

Because joy is not a distraction…

We’re living in a divided culture—

but sometimes, it’s not just the beliefs that divide us.

It’s the way we treat each other the moment we disagree.

You’ve seen it.

Maybe you’ve done it.

I have, too.

A stranger posts something we don’t like, and suddenly it gets personal…

For the young ones—and the grown-ups learning, too.

Let’s start simple:

🩵 Your body parts do not tell the whole story of who you are.

When you’re born, a doctor usually looks at your body and says,

“This is a boy!” or “This is a girl!”

They’re making a guess based on what they can see.

But who you are?

👉🏽 That’s something bigger…

When it comes to talking with kids about identity—

gender, sexuality, neurodivergence, culture—

it can feel like a huge topic.

But here’s the good news:

👉🏽 You don’t have to explain everything today.

👉🏽 You just have to create a place where their truth feels safe to grow.

When the facts don’t match the story anymore, the tactic shifts:

Confuse the followers.

Flood them with contradictions.

Make loyalty feel safer than critical thinking…

Sometimes it’s not subtle.

Sometimes it’s loud and vicious—

and it’s right there in plain sight.

Trump’s Easter post told us everything we need to know about his tactics:

“Happy Easter to all, including the Radical Left Lunatics fighting to bring Murderers, Drug Lords, Dangerous Prisoners, the Mentally Insane, and Wife Beaters back into our country…”

Instead of a message of hope or unity, he delivered a tirade of fear and hate—on a sacred day meant for renewal.

Psychological breakdown:

This is a textbook fear tactic…

(Meeting our inner child, too.)

No one told us that parenting would be less about having all the answers—

and more about hearing all the echoes.

Of our own unmet needs.

Of the tone we feared.

Of the silence we craved.

Of the safety we never had.

Because parenting doesn’t just shape our children.

It stirs up the ghosts of who we were.

Hey, love—yes, you.

A soft reminder, soul to soul:

Your experience is real.

It doesn’t need to be validated to be true.

And when the world feels heavy or your edges feel tight,

there are simple, sacred ways to come back home to yourself.

Because the body remembers, and poetry lets it speak.

Rupi Kaur doesn’t need a thousand words to say something holy.

She crafts softness with edge,

turns silence into syllables,

and gives the wound a name you can whisper to yourself in the dark.

She showed the world that healing can rhyme,

that trauma can be translated,

Take a moment.

Close your eyes.

And feel into the incredible, wild, improbable story that led to you.

The decisions.

The accidents.

The love stories, the heartbreaks, the wars, the crossings of land and sea—

The prayers whispered in languages you may never speak,

but still feel echoing in your bones…

Because intelligence without care is not wisdom—and innovation without Earth is not future.

Dr. Fei-Fei Li is a rare kind of architect.

Not of buildings, but of vision.

Not of machines, but of possibility.

She stands at the crossroads of artificial intelligence and the human soul—

and she chooses care…

We see you.

We feel the weight in your breath.

And we want you to know this:

🤎 You are not alone. 🤎

The threat of being sent to foreign prisons, stripped of dignity, or treated like a problem to be solved instead of a human being to be loved—

It is heartbreaking. It is wrong.

(Listening to the Language of Every Nervous System)

Parenting isn’t one-size-fits-all.

Neither are nervous systems.

And yet… so much of the world still treats kids like they should all learn, play, speak, and feel the same way.

But neurodivergence is not a flaw—it’s a spectrum of humanity.

A rainbow of rhythm, regulation, and response…

Let’s talk about something tender and powerful, friends — resourcefulness as rebellion.

In a moment when tariffs are making essentials more expensive, when corporate greed is spiking prices and calling it “growth,” and when the systems around us push us toward buying more and being less… we get to slow down, soften, and subvert.

Thrift shopping isn’t just cute vintage jackets and funky mugs.

It’s circular economy…