A Homeschool Story

In an interview with French poet;  Christian Bobin , he is asked the question; "Peut-on apprendre a regarder?/Can one learn to look?...

NO MORE! Please, I beg of you, not one more.  I woke up, as mothers everywhere do, with a familiar feeling of desperate fear, rage. imp...

I often hear told, (and to be quite honest, I may, perhaps, have even said, maybe just once, while standing on the brink of a cliff above t...

Summer is a time of miracles, things grow again, the garden and woods compel attention through their very sumptuousness of vegetation and b...

Relief; someone else admitted to the unmentionable, unthinkable thought that I have not really allowed to emerge from the depths of my mind...

Rumi was right; there ARE whispers in the wind, just waiting for your ears and mind and heart to open to them. It is the reason to meditate...

Not everything happens for a reason. There may be an order to the world, but it is punctuated with randomness. Yet, when it makes sense, re...

We are not alone; many homeschoolers do this little boogie at one time or another; to school and back again, but I had thought that this ti...

Say "au revoir" to feeling that limitations are greater than possibility, but also to thinking it will all one day be figured out...

My travel project this summer; begun on the airplane, frogged in a cafe in the south-west of France, (never start a lace project on an airpl...

There are always a few; discarded remnants of yesterday's lunch box or this morning's breakfast, tissues that did not make it a...

August 20, 2018: "compulsory", obligatory", "done" seem to be the words which first come to mind when speaking o...

The pumpkin patch picture, in the Burke Family, is the one where we all squish in for a photo, or fifteen, after choosing our pumpkins and g...

I may be the only one not having an identity crises, now that all of my children are in school. The question returns, again and again, ...

The name does not have the same ring to it as Stone Henge or Killarney or Culloden, but New Grange is indeed a mythical and historical wond...