A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
For the past few frigid days I have been driving Owen (now 14 and almost 6 feet tall) to the end of the street to wait for the bus in my car so he isn’t walking and standing in the below freezing cold air. As we sit there we often have conversations about relationships and…
I’m almost convinced I can start school on Monday. I got my final curriculum book yesterday and my spreadsheets are all set up. I am hesitantly feeling ready.
I am preparing for our third year of homeschool, and Owen’s first year of public school. He asked us at the end of last year if he could go to the public school this fall, and we decided that if he felt ready we would let him go.
Once again my phone was acting up. It wouldn’t hold a charge, wouldn’t open my e-mail because it claimed my storage is full. I deleted things, tried to clean it up, kept it plugged in, and generally treated it like a newborn infant, but it would not c…
Yesterday I made sure of my plans. I measured several times. I wrote down the dimensions and then drew out a diagram of the project, and measured and did the math all over again just to be sure. I made a list of materials, I made a list of the cuts I…
We don’t expect to see in the dark. In fact we have switches that flood rooms with light, placed strategically around our homes, so that at any hour of the day we can walk around and do what needs doing without stumbling, falling or missing our target.…
We say it as a joke, a snide comment, a way to relate to others, but it’s true. Struggles are real. We can dress them up in pretty smiles and say we know it will all work out, but that trudging through the mud of disappointment and questions is not re…
Once upon a time there was a beautiful teacher named Patricia Nelson. She had thick dark hair and eyes, a bright smile that produced dimples on her cheeks and sparkles in her eyes. She was slender and seemed confident just by the way she carried herse…
I realize now that Ms. Nelson didn’t just love her students. It wasn’t simply her care and attention that made her memorable to us. She seemed to have an ability to challenge us that made us do things we didn’t know we could do. I loved every afterno…
Once upon a time there was a beautiful teacher named Patricia Nelson. She had thick dark hair, a bright smile that produced dimples on her cheeks and sparkles in her brown eyes. She was slender and seemed confident just by the way she carried herself.…