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    Theresa Lode or, simply “T”, had her world turned upside down and inside out when her son was diagnosed with ADHD and a few other goodies. Her choice- follow the doctor's orders....or trust her heart and delve into the world of Free Range Education. She chose the latter...

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The risks we parents take

Tsk, tsk.  So much to write about so little time…

Today’s Tennessean offers an article entitled, “Good habits prevent homework hassles.“  What’s so crazy to me is that parents don’t pause to think about the insanity of their kids attending school 8 hours a day and then what precious little family time a typical family has…..can be swallowed up in homework hassles.

A comment later in the article by a “Homework expert” (How the heck does one qualify as a “homework expert?) and Professor of Psychology at Duke University cautions parents about not assuming the “risk” of teaching their children.  Once again, the expert has spoken and many parents will genuflect at their words.

Piffle, I say.  Here’s what I said in response to the story:

“They run the risk of teaching their children….” Harris Cooper, a leading homework expert.
“Say what? ” Theresa Lode, mom.

As a home educator I am mystified by these comments. I am also deeply saddened at how parents accept the message that it is only “the experts” that are qualified to teach their children. And then when I consider how these children are kept busy from dawn till dusk attending school and then doing homework having no/little opportunity to mingle with the real world and experience real work I don’t see a good outcome down the road.

The lion’s share of children graduate having no clue as to what they want to do. And more that 80% of working adults would would change jobs if they could. (Check out Dan Miller’s No More Mondays book.)

True education must first begin with a child getting the opportunity to explore their interests and passions. When they’re kept so busy, fat chance of that happening. And parents,  whether your home educating, using private school or public school don’t be fooled for a minute: YOU are the expert on your child, not the state. We are ALL in the business of educating our kids.

Take your cousin on a date here!

Loosen the ole belt because you may gain a few pounds hearing about this place in Nashville. The White Trash Cafe located near downtown was one of the funnest places we’ve ever eaten at. I mean…who can resist the marketing slogan, “Eat here or we’ll slash the tires on your home”?

But lemme back up a little. I was selling a few things on Craigslist and got this phone call from the owner of the establishment joint. Would I be interested in bartering a free meal for two for my $10 TV? It’d be about a $20 value, he said. And he was a sweet as peach cobbler so I said, “YES.” Besides eating there’s been on our list of “fun things to do” that we haven’t done yet. (Last year they featured the dinner theater “Da Bubba Code.”)

So we packed up our little TV feeling not a little peculiar. We had never used a TV as an exchange medium before.

The interior of the place was just as playful and tacky as the outside. And the warmth of the owner and the servers was evident. Criminy—I thought he was going to hug one of the departing guests. Never, ever have we felt this welcomed in a business.

“Can I get you some tea, honey?” he asked. And in a wink he was back with two teas. Then a sweet granny type showed up at our table to take our order. The menu was a simple affair—loaded with calories. On one side was the mouth-watering selections for the day of the week and the other was a list of the top ten reasons why you should eat at the White Trash Cafe. (One of those reasons is that “”it’s a great place to bring your date, even if she’s your cousin.)

The food was fantastic, plenteous and cheap. (Especially since we were paying with a TV.) And the “Naner Puddin’ dessert was good ole down home food. Ma would be proud. And she might even overlook the trailer trash decor.

Afterward we visited with the owner, Lynn. The guy is an absolute creative genius with a heart of gold. He discreetly pointed to one of his regulars…a dapper-looking older gentleman wearing a shirt and tie. “He thinks he’s George Patton,” he said in a conspiratorial whisper. We laughed. He deadpanned, “I’m serious.”

He later talked about how the Good General had run for the office of the presidency of the U. S. of A. “His campaign slogan, since his name was “Mr. Dod” was,” Lynn leaned in to emphasize the marketing genius, “Dod spelled backwards is Dod”. We howled….quietly so as not to draw attention. (That’s not his real name, BTW.)

Lynn’s heart of mercy for people was as generous as the food. When we tried to leave a tip he would have none of it. “No, this is all on me.” We also found out the TV was to help out one of his workers.

Food to me should be almost a spiritual experience. Much of Jesus’ discipling took place over a table of vittles. Fellowship, laughter, thanksgiving. Try to find that in a drive thru or a chain restaurant.

And that’s what we found in this quirky, delightful White Trash Cafe.

As we were leaving, I noticed the General was delivering his hand written marching orders to Lynn, who gently patted him on the arm and smiled.

The White Trash Cafe is located at 1914 Bransford Ave, Nashville, TN. They’re open from 10-3 Monday-Saturday.

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