It’s been awhile since my last post, and I have some very good reasons for that – and despite what one of my favorite artists would sing, Summerzcool is not where the courses are easy and there are no rules! Read on for a life update! Continue reading “Living and Blogging in 3/4 Time”
Spanking is Wrong for These Three Reasons
As a psychologist, I often am asked questions related to children, child rearing, and development (Despite not being a developmental psychologist!). As a generalist in teaching psychology, I do my best to give researched and nuanced answers. One comment I often get from students and parents alike is that they disagree with most experts on spanking. They believe itâs an effective form of punishment and (in some cases) have told me that they will not change their mind. I figured today Iâd take some time to explain the reasons why spanking is wrong, giving you a chance to think about them and debate.
Continue reading “Spanking is Wrong for These Three Reasons”
Seasonality
In August 1986 I started school. I was 2 1/2 years old, and I think my mother figured it was time for me to get out of the house and see the world, or at least the preschool at Thoreau Park Elementary School. In a few short months, that will have been 30 years ago. And while those first 3 years of pre-school (my mother really wanted me out of the houseâŠ) may have consisted only of half-days, they did run the entire length of the school year. This means that, as of Spring 2016, Iâve completed 30 school years, as either a student or a teacher.
How Are You Doing?
Last week I was in New Orleans with students for a conference, as I mentioned in my last post. However I left out one of my encounters from that night – a conversation I had with a man named Koolio, which started over a simple question: “How are you doing?”

Epilogue to Cinereous
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It had been about 70 years, they estimated, since the first group arrived in Julieâs mind. They now numbered around 100, and the once barren gray land had transformed into a near utopia. A sky of blue, lush grass, and (thankfully) furniture, books, and more. Julie certainly seemed to have grown a much more active imagination than when they arrived, and also seemed more active in general. While the mountains shown brightly for so many years, recently theyâd grown a bit less active once more. The core group found themselves sitting in a circle, reminiscent of the early years.
âWell, she is in her 80âsâ, G-ma said, âI donât suppose sheâs running any marathons!â
âAnd here we are, the same age as we were when we arrived!â, Mrs. Corum replied.
This hadnât been true for everyone. Over the years, Sara Beth had grown into adulthood, however she stopped changing around age 20. They figured this might have been where Sara Beth and Julie parted ways during their college years. Jamie appeared older now as well, although she seemed to have topped out around 60. Perhaps Julie had never updated her mental picture of her younger sister. Ryan had stayed the same age, as did Mara.
Over the years the core group had learned a lot about Julieâs present-day through those they met in her mind. There was the young man, who they later found out had married Julie. There was the young children, who got to meet their great G-ma inside Julieâs mind. There were the work colleagues, and the friends, and more. So many painting such a rich life of Julie McKay, a life that had saved itself with a little help from Mrs. Corum, Sara Beth, Jamie, Mara, Ryan, and G-ma.
Afterthought
When I started writing Cinereous, I felt it would be a fun experience and rewarding. And while I definitely think both of those things were true, it was also somewhat stupid.
The idea of individuals living inside someone elseâs mind has intrigued me for many years. As humans, we are capable of simulating many things in our own minds, thinking of the way different events would interact with different people we know. We replay good memories, we imagine what the next major event will be like, and (sometimes) we even imagine what would happen to those we donât like if we could do anything we wanted to them.
The idea for Cinereous was sound, and I think the idea for writing an entire 50,000+ word novel (Cinereous tops out around 67,000 words) within a month is also a pretty good way to stretch oneself and force oneself to write.
The stupid part? Committing to publish a chapter each day – November 2015 proved to be an incredibly busy month for me, including travel to a conference, as well as the Thanksgiving holidays. While I normally averaged a lead time of 2-3 chapters (e.g., I was writing chapter 13 on November 10), I still found the pace to be grueling to meet my early morning publishing times. It resulted in shorter chapters over time (something I could have remedied by just not calling each section a chapter – a revision of Cinereous would likely see some of the chapters condensed), and it also resulted in poorer writing. Perhaps the most illuminating part of this experience has been the way it held a mirror to my own writing, showing me where I was getting âsloppyâ or âlazyâ. While disheartening, it isnât a bad thing to see, as it lets one know where to improve.
Overall I hope youâve enjoyed this strange odyssey into the mind of a 12 year old girl (which I have not ever been inside of myself, so maybe I got some of it right, but I suppose I probably got a lot wrong!). It was a good mental âstretchingâ exercise for me, and in the end Iâll fondly remember it as that time I wrote a novel in a month and published 1000+ words a day each day. And I suspect Iâll probably do a revision of the book at some point and put it out in e-pub / Kindle format. And heck, maybe Iâll even do up a cover page!
On one final note, the subject of the book, bullying and mental breakdown potentially leading to suicide is one near to my heart. Over my career Iâve lost 2 students to suicide. Itâs a problem that we cannot ignore when we see any potential warning signs in others, and one we must address directly. Sadly the myth that âtalking about suicide just puts the idea into the personâs headâ is still prevalent – rest assured, if you worry about someone you love thinking about suicide, they probably already have had the idea cross their mind. Look out for each other, because unlike Julie, others might not have a majority of âgoodâ characters in their minds to try to help them out. They may need some good people in real life to reach out.
- Jon Westfall, December 2, 2015.
Chapter 30: Quiet
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Well, here it is – the last chapter. These last 10 chapters have been on the shorter side, definitely something I’d expand out in a revision. Sometime in early December I’ll be posting an epilogue to the book, so be on the lookout for that. All told this has been 30 days, and 67,167 words. A 172 page paperback. A bit on the short side, but hey, I wrote it in my spare time – which I’m looking forward to having back again! Thanks to everyone who has taken the crazy journey with me! Continue reading “Chapter 30: Quiet”
Chapter 29: Secrets
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They all cried, even Ryan, after the shock had faded. G-ma hadnât been seen since she fled the group. Jamieâs body lie like Ryanâs had days earlier, with no hint of activity. Around her neck, marks where the old woman had strangled her, were visible.
âI canât believe itâ was the popular phrase uttered. They all knew G-ma had become somewhat of a fanatic regarding her belief. They never imagined that she was capable of this. Further complicating matters, they didnât even know what âthisâ was. It looked like death, but could one really die here? So many unanswered questions. Continue reading “Chapter 29: Secrets”
Chapter 28: Putting Down The Rebellion
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âReady?â
âReadyâ
âLetâs do thisâ
When Jamie and Julie were little, the each had their own unique set of fears. For Jamie, it had been thunderstorms. Each time a front would move in, sheâd run and hide somewhere she could block out the sound. Since it was possible, very, very rarely, that storms could be violent, her parents were a bit concerned that they might not be able to find their youngest daughter in case of emergency. So they looked for a solution. It turned out to be the same solution that had worked on their older daughter. Continue reading “Chapter 28: Putting Down The Rebellion”
Chapter 23: July
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âWhat month is it?â
âI think it might be July nowâ
âI canât believe that Iâve lost track of time, this never would have happened when I was a teacherâ
âIt never would have happened when I was a student, counting down the daysâ
Mrs. Corum and Sara Beth were both about right, Ryan confirmed later in the same day that it was around July 5th. Continue reading “Chapter 23: July”
Chapter 19: The Future
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âJulie is my sister, and all, but I just canât help feeling what I feelâ, Jamie said as the others scowled at her with a look of confusion and shock.
âI just wondered if, now that Julie is thinking more about us in her imagination, weâd have something more interesting than just this gray area with nothing to do.â
The older women supposed that Jamie was just showing her age in her thoughts. They would be lying if they didnât admit the thought had gone through their minds as well, however more pressing was the lack of activity on the mountain. Julie wasnât doing much in the real world, and that bothered G-ma and Mrs. Corum especially.
âItâs not good for an adolescent girl to just lay around all dayâ, Mrs. Corum would fret.
âI wish we knew what was going on out there, but I donât suppose Julie is going to have any emotional interactions with someone if she isnât going out.â, Replied G-ma.
Thus the two camps were established in a playful sense – the Wants versus the Needs. The Wants wanted to make sure that Julie was physically, mentally, and emotionally OK. Consisting of Mrs. Corum, G-ma, and Sara Beth, they firmly watched the mountain for any clue it might provide. Little activity was met with frowns and fear for what this may mean.
The Needs, on the other hand, needed something more than what they had here. Led principally by Jamie, with Ryan in tow, they couldnât be bothered to worry about the mountains, their focus was on the here and now. The rivalry between the two camps seldom boiled over, however it was true that their priorities were different. Mara, for the most part, stayed impartial.
Jamie began to feel frustrated that she was the only one who seemed motivated to change her predicament in this space. Sheâd seen G-ma get a knitting bag, and could borrow Maraâs hairbrush, but she desperately wanted more. The mental games that Mrs. Corum tried to get her to do seemed foolish and less than exciting after the prospect of free stuff crept into her head. And while Ryan was on her side, he didnât seem as interested as she was.
âRyan, I donât get it – youâre no fan of my sister, why would you not want her to give us things – doesnât she owe it to us for keeping us here?â
âI guess, Jamie. But as long as I donât feel like my insides are on fire, Iâm not too worried.â
âOh youâll just go on those magical walks of yours, and then everything seems fine, while I stay here and rot. I love my G-ma, but I canât take knitting 24-7 here. Maybe Iâll just have to go with you on a walk sometimeâ
Ryan thought over that statement, carefully choosing how he wanted to reply.
âI donât think that would be a good ideaâ, he said, although a nagging thought in the back of his head told him it might be. That confused him.
âWhy not?â, Jamie said in reply.
âUh⊠because I like to be aloneâ, was all Ryan could come back with. That afternoon, he sat there, and became more and more perplexed as he thought about Jamieâs request. Why would he ever want her to learn about the light valley? It was the only thing that got him through this place, and he genuinely felt better every time he returned after it. His trips had become less and less frequent – it was almost as if the light was having longer and longer effects on him.
Finally, a voice rang out in his head, clear as a bell
âTAKE HERâ
Ryan almost tipped over backwards as he sat on the ground when he heard that. Take her to the light valley?
âRyan?â, Jamie said as she walked up to him from behind.
âUh⊠yeah?â, Ryan replied.
âI want you to take me on a walk⊠I feel like it would be good for meâ. Jamie said, nervously.
âUh⊠why?â, Ryan stammered.
âI donât know, I just do⊠itâs almost as if something is pushing me to go for a walk with you. I keep hearing voices in my head telling me to go, and if I donât go, I think I might go insaneâ.
âThen I guess we should goâ, Ryan said, reluctantly.
âMaybe the mountains werenât about activityâ, Sara Beth said to Mrs. Corum and G-ma. Mara sat nearby as well, although she wasnât too interested in the conversation.
âI suppose thatâs possible, but it certainly seems like colors here mean somethingâ, Mrs. Corum replied, with G-ma chiming in âYeah, colors in the sky are emotions, colors on the mountain is activityâ.
âThere is just still so much about this place we donât knowâ, Sara Beth said, while looking down to make sure Sonic was still at her feet in his ball.
In the days since G-ma got her knitting bag, she had become less and less interested in talking about the world around her. It was almost as if she was in her own little world, delighted and preoccupied. The other two women understood this, but at a time when they both seemed to disagree on the proper way to handle their situation, it had come at a bad time.
Ryan and Jamie had gone off for a walk together, and frustrated, Sara Beth left Mrs. Corum and G-ma and want over to Mara. Sitting down out of earshot, Mara asked Sara Beth what was wrong.
âI just donât know what to make of any of this anymoreâ, she replied, âI think I might be getting close to a breakdown of my ownâ.
âIâve been thereâ, Mara said wistfully, âknow the feeling wellâ.
As the two sat together, Mara searched for a new subject to distract her friend.
âWant to watch a movie on my phone? I know itâs the same 3 as last time, but itâs still somethingâ.
âNaw, not in the moodâ
âWhat about Sonic – maybe we could play with himâ
âNaw, I donât think that will help my mood eitherâ.
âWe could go learn to knitâ, the words burned Maraâs mouth as she spoke them, she really didnât want to learn how to knit.
âNaw, Iâm not in the mood for that eitherâ. Mara felt a sense of relief.
âWhat do you want to do then?â, Mara asked.
âI dunnoâ.
This was very frustrating for Mara. She was trying to be a good friend, trying to help Sara Beth out, but it didnât seem to be working very well. Was this what friendship was like?
Mara had never really had any friends in her pre-grey life. Sheâd been close to her parents before the events of the last five years started, and during those years, she hadnât really wanted to get close to anyone since it always seemed that they simply turned out to be full of eventual pain. Now she had a friend, but couldnât figure out how to be a good friend. This was just so frustrating.
âI donât know how to be a friendâ, Mara exclaimed.
âWhat?â, Sara Beth asked quizzically.
âI keep trying to cheer you up, I keep trying to make you feel better, and none of it works. I donât know how to be a friendâ, Mara said once more.
âYouâre doing a fine jobâ, Sara Beth said. Seeing Maraâs confused look, she elaborated. âFriends donât just exist to make each other feel better, Mara, sometimes theyâre just there to help you out. To be there for you if needed. To support you. Youâre supporting me. You talk to me. You help me. Thatâs all someone can ask of a friendâ.
âReally?â, Mara asked.
âYesâ
A few moments passed before Mara spoke again.
âSara Beth, what do you want from Julie? Jamie seems to want things, maybe Ryan too. G-ma got her knitting bag. What would you want?â
âI donât know, I havenât thought about it too much. I guess maybe something to read, or maybe something to wear other than my dress from school. What about you?â
âI only wanted one thing in the last few years, and that was a friend. Iâve got that now, so I guess Iâm out of things to ask for.â
The two girls smiled at each other. Maraâs last line may have sounded corny to some, but they both knew how true it was.
âWhere are we goingâ
âI told youâd ya it would take awhile to get thereâ
âYeah, but where is âthereâ – what are we walking towardâ
âApparently somewhere that youâre supposed to visit. Somewhere I ran into a few weeks ago. It made this place bearable for me, maybe youâre supposed to go there too and it will help youâ
âHelp me? Help me what?â
âDeal with this place. Deal with the boringness of it. Deal with being inside Julieâs headâ
âIt helped you?â
âI always come back happier, donât I?â
âYeah, I just figured that you were going a little bit more insane each timeâ
âNaw, this thing actually works⊠I donât know how, but it seems toâ
âHow far away are we?â
âWeâre actually pretty close – I recognize the sky here. It should be right over that hillâ
âGood, So what is it?â
âItâs kinda hard to explain – I think it has something to do with how this place messes with your mind. This place really messes with it, but I guess in a good way.
âSounds interesting.â
âYep, here it is, right overâŠ.â
âWhere? I donât see anythingâ
âItâs right here, or at least itâs supposed to be right hereâ.
The two intrepid explorers walked into the formerly light filled valley.
âIt feels a little warm hereâ, Jamie said, walking around.
âYeah⊠its supposed to be a lot warmerâ, Ryan said, as he paced around the valley, âItâs not supposed to be like this. It wasnât like this last time I was here. That wasnât too long ago! Maybe 4 or 5 days.â
âWhat was it like before?â
Ryan described the light valley to Jamie, in the way that heâd always seen it, and the same way that Mrs. Corum and G-ma had found it long ago.
âLook up thereâ, Jamie said as she pointed toward the sky, âIt almost looks like what you described – almost looks like a parting, but itâs really hard to make it outâ.
Ryan looked up and saw the spot that Jamie pointed to. He looked down at where it should point to, using approximately the same angle he remembered from the last time. Sure enough, a tiny pinprick of light was still barely visible on the ground.
âJamie – come over here – stand hereâ, he said, as he positioned her into the light.
âWhoa⊠thatâs kinda⊠nice?â, Jamie said as she stood directly into the lightâs path. Its power had clearly diminished. Gone was the stream of light that had intoxicated Mrs. Corum and G-ma, and had been the regular source of inspiration for Ryan. Now a weak version remained. Clearly something was wrong here.
âI guess stand in it as long as you canâ, Ryan said, âMaybe something will still workâ.
As it grew closer to dim, the light slowly faded even more. Finally it appeared to be gone, and Jamie walked out of itâs path.
âI donât care anymoreâ, Jamie said, half resigned, half astonished.
âWhat do you mean?â, Ryan said.
âThe whole way here, all I could think of was what wonderful thing you were gonna give me or share with me. I had decided that I was going to take it back to the group, and show it off – I thought youâd found something physical, like G-maâs knitting bag. Iâd imagined all sorts of things it could be – something obviously you would want to keep to yourself. But now I donât care about it anymore. I donât even care about getting stuff really. I guess I feel kind of happy, but not excited happy. Itâs hard to explain.â
âNo, I understand⊠itâs kinda what I felt each time Iâd stand in the light. But now the lightâs gone⊠almost like it ran out.â
They sat in the valley overnight, and the next morning, the light appeared again ever so slightly.
âWe have to get back and tell the others about thisâ, Jamie said. Ryan wanted to protest. He wanted to save whatever was left for himself. But in the end, something pushed him from that. The light had helped him come to peace with this place. Perhaps that was itâs true function. Maybe it should be shared, whatever of it was left.
