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rogue parenting – playing hookie

Deviating, renegade, playfully mischievious?  Yes.   Dishonest, to destroy, knavish?  Of course not.  To cheat or no longer belong?  Well, here it gets a little fuzzy.

Rogue.  It’s exciting.  It’s adventurous.  It’s “a handsome rogue.” It’s “She’s gone rogue!”  Oh my goodness, what is she going to do next!  It questions the norm in its actions.  Typical artists… to love this word.  However, rogue is for everyone.  It’s unplugging from the matrix.  It’s connecting.  Are we stretching the definition a bit?

This little cutie has gone rogue.  We know.  You didn’t think that this is what rogue looked like.  Stretch your mind a bit.  It’s a wonderful rainy school day.  These children have made a lovely morning tea party… on a school day.  Yikes!  Rogue!  I warned you.

For the moms – green tea.  For the kids – chocolate chai (decaf).  For all – black berries and rasperries on top of coconut cream.

Requisite contemplative rainy day photo.  Just couldn’t resist.

Our magical destination for going rogue today?  Disneyland?  Six Flags?  Build a Bear?  No.  Atwater!!

This or Die.  A place where you can see art, feel hip AND get your hair cut.

And like, that really cool tattoo artist kind of art.  All fantasy and delicate.

Even the rain boots are celebrating this rogue outing with their purple and gold colors.

No, the salon is not enough.  While the haircuts commence, we need to go buy coffee… and tea… and hot chocolates so we can have a haircut party.

The excitement of the hairbrush!  So many beautiful colors on one head of hair.

Here’s something we do when going rogue.  Going on adventure?  Throw a sketchbook at it.  Oh, and don’t forget the drawing tools like we did.  There is no perfect in going rogue.  No map.  Sometimes you have to wing it and borrow a number two from someone.  And we just want to say the grown ups were drawing, too.  Just have to say.

Indulging in the soft light on a fresh cut.

Indulging in the soft light on a butterfly earring.


Atwater.  And the sun came out.

Bon Vivant Market and Cafe.  A site of riches. It’s like we are on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride!

See, it is a ride.  Hiding monsters.

Not doing that right now, but it’s really pretty.

Hey, maybe this is someone else’s rogue parenting moment.

by Laura E. Alvarez

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start it right

It’s time to do a classic, simple post with one photo and just a few uplifting words. You know, the kind of post that balances out those other magazine article length, yet illuminating posts that take DAYS to write, many edits, opinions from friends, family, pets, etc.  Those posts that do it all… cover art, food, kids, fashion, philosophy AND integrate them all into a seamless, enjoyable three course dinner with coffee and dessert afterwards. No, this is a simple post. It gets right to the heart and essence of Simone Rey.  Simple and dignified, not wordy or funny and full of stories.  Yes, a serious post.  Poetic.  Warm.  Golden.  I love posts like that.  Like this one.  Those really inspire me.  Jordan, from  This Girl Walks into a Bar really inspired us the other day.  All her blog experience and know how.  She reminded me of the importance of that one photo/few words post.  I LOVE those.  They are so succinct, so haiku, so elegant.  I have a friend who sometimes just posts one word on Face Book… like “Happening.”  I tried doing it.  I posted “Rain.” when it was raining and another friend called me out.  She knew exactly what I was trying to do.  She responded with “Yoga.” or “Mist.” I forget.  When I was in college, sometimes I felt like I was always talking too much.  Talk, talk, talk.  I couldn’t stop.  I liked to recount my whole day.  Everything was so exciting.  And then I noticed the quiet, pretty, stylish girls of few words, and I thought, “I should try to be like them.  That’s cool.  That’s classy.”  And so I tried.  But it was not going to work.  I was sad.  So I went back to being myself. Which is always better, isn’t it?

-Laura E. Alvarez