Hi and welcome to my blog. My name is Debbie, and I go by Debbie, Deb or Debs, but never Deborah. My mum named me Deborah after the judge in the Bible. In her own way, she was an ambitious woman who had grand ideas for her fourth and last child. It is probably no surprise, therefore, that from the age of eight I was regularly asked by my parents what I was going to get my doctorate in (no pressure), and would I prefer to be a university professor or a lawyer. Coincidentally, or possibly not, it was at this same age that I took a great interest in babies and wanted to learn all about how to feed, change, play with and look after them. It goes without saying that my parents did not encourage this interest in children and told me that I needed to focus on getting an education and a good career. Being the obliging child that I was, I did a double major as an undergraduate, followed by my first master’s degree and many years later a second master’s degree, but I have never gotten that doctorate. I did start a doctorate, but only six months into it I had a break down, realising that I was trying to fulfil my parents’ wishes, and more specifically my mother’s desire, and not my own. My mum did have a master’s degree in ancient history, but desperately wanted to get a doctorate, and my father had a doctorate in law. What I wanted was to become a mother, a full-time stay-at-home homeschooling mother. Fortunately, by that time I had an obliging and supportive husband.

Twenty years ago we had our first child, a girl, and two and a bit years later our second daughter was born. We have moved around some with the girls and have spent the past 13 years living in my husband’s native land, New Zealand, Aotearoa, Middle Earth or the Land of the Long White Cloud. I’m originally from California. During this time, I did homeschool the girls for several years, though many tried to talk me out of it. During the teenage years and due to the fact that there were practically no homeschooling teens where we lived, our girls chose go to school. In hindsight this was not the best decision for the girls, especially my youngest who is on the Autism spectrum and was badly bullied for a while. But that’s another story for a later post someday.

Now that my girls are grown, I want to focus on things that are important to me. I’ve started this blog for a couple of reasons. First, I haven’t been happy with the direction the world has been heading in for many years now, especially my home country the United States. Second, I’ve found it very difficult to have good discourse about more controversial subjects on Facebook, where it seems that most people don’t want to engage. I am very worried about our future and I want to be part of the solution to the problems we face be they political, economic, environmental, educational, health, or other.   Over the years I’ve formulated a lot of ideas about how we can address the big issues and I want to share these with others. I’ve named my blog it’s not rocket science, because I think that many of the problems we face can be solved if we’re all on the same page and enough people know the facts and are willing to work together. Understanding, collaboration and cooperation are the keys, rather than narrow, self-interest and greed. I’ll do my best to update this weekly, so stay tuned.