A Homeschool Story

Wow. I feel like I've been run over by a truck. So this is what most women in America deal with in a typical week. Hats off to you, w...

 

This is right before they fell in the creek, again. Our creek down the street is a source of endless discovery and fun. These are giant sh...

This is the speech I was privileged to hear a few weeks ago. Thank you to Mary O'Connell, who has graciously given her permission to re...

So in the spirit of our new-found freedom, when the boys told me they were going on an adventure around the world and would not be home for ...

Have you ever been swept off your parenting feet onto your "sitting down part" by someone's words in a way that can change you...

This morning I feel called to take this blog beyond our immediate world of cozy home and daily concerns, real and valid, but manageable. A s...

So, the question begs, if they are not reading in "school" what are they doing? Nothing important, to an adult. The children...

 

Garden dreaming, anyone? It's March, and in our house we have been dreaming of this year's garden since January. The unfair part i...

So, did this all just come about as magically as my last post would lead to believe? Yes and no. My first child was taught to read in kind...

 

"So, how do you teach them to read?" "I don't." But read they do, non-stop, voraciously, every genre, every med...

 

Yes, it is January in Iowa, and it is so cold that apparently the temperature is not registering on the weather bureau's thermometer; i...