As a book lover who homeschools, I’ve been shoving favorite authors at my kids since the cradle. They had a steady diet of Wilder, Burnett, Dahl, Nesbit… I have to stop, or this will begin to look like a required reading list. I wasn’t trying to control my kids or push them. I just wanted to share my amazing childhood adventures! I wanted them to experience the magic of those stories. The magic that still lives in my imagination half a lifetime later. Somewhere around age eight, my oldest son staged a literary rebellion. He decided I was depriving him
…someone asked a stupid question. I know some amazing teachers. People who want to mold, guide and prepare future generations. I have tremendous respect for those folks, and there are several to whom I owe a great debt. However, we aren’t going to talk about them today. Today, we’re going to talk about Mrs. Wilcox. Mrs. Wilcox taught me important lessons. In the third grade, she taught that, not all teachers love their job, not all women love children, and that in 1979 not everyone had conquered their double-knit polyester addictions. Mrs. Wilcox looked like Dorothy Hamill’s over-worked discontent great-aunt
~Portions of Inverse Proportions~ Food costs are climbing like a toddler on Red Bull. My own grocery costs have increased dramatically in the last few years. We’re going to start this series with broad ideas to reign in grocery costs. As we work our way through, we’ll narrow our focus and fine tune spending. I hope there will be something helpful for everyone!
…I didn’t sound like a lunatic! No, really. (Those of you who have known me since before kids: STOP LAUGHING!) Anyone who is a parent knows the job comes with some surprises. Once you’re a parent, you WILL find yourself saying things that no normal person ever expects to utter. Let’s begin with the sane, but annoying. I’ve cringed to hear things cross my lips that set my teeth on edge as a child. My mother’s voice intoning “Be aware of your surroundings” echoes irritatingly through my childhood memories. Yet, I can’t count the times I’ve said the same words
Husband, Christian, Artist, Singer, Musician, …and Daddy. To say I’m not close to my own father is, well,… the father of all understatements. But, I was blessed to have a father-in-law who made sure I knew I was loved. This week, with no warning, my loving gentle father-in-law passed away. Our family is left in a state of pain and disbelief. I want to share about the amazing man who, in many ways, was the backbone of our family. I met my father-in-law when I was twelve. Actually, I met him the same day I met my husband. When I