Category Archives: Learning
Homeschool happiness
Today is a good day. Today Quinn and I learn together. Today I will begin with time with God and he will begin with time with his dad. An hour. They will probably play chess. I know what we might … Continue reading
Bibliophilia
We love books. In fact our favorite part of living in America rather than the African bush is probably the library. I know. Sad. Hermits. Antisocial. HOMESCHOOLERS. But really, books are incredibly windows to the world. Portals to the imaginary … Continue reading
2nd generation
When our kids’ education comes up, we explain that we have one at Bethel Christian who is thriving and loving it there . . . and that we have one at home who is also loving his “school” environment. “Home … Continue reading
Burbling
I read this today, and it caught me right between the eyes. In a good way. Yes, this. This is what I am in the midst of. Sometimes simply knowing someone else has been there too and has made the … Continue reading
Creeks and Creating
The final day of our spring break, a Sunday, and we rested from church today and stayed home as a family to create and explore. I hauled the sewing machine out along with a stack of discarded clothing and a … Continue reading
merging the worlds: technology and imagination
I opened our mailbox to find a folded 3×5 card with the words Mommy Kiss 3 printed on the outside. A gift from Quinn. Quinn makes gads of index card iphone style imaginative games. One of his best is God … Continue reading
Genuis
“Genius is neither learned nor acquired It is knowing without experience It is risking without fear of failure It is perception without touch It is understanding without research It is certainty without proof It is ability without practice It is … Continue reading
Making my head spin
A Young Person’s Guide to Philosophy by DK was one of my finds last week at the library. . . . . my library strategy is to browse the reshelving carts – I get quite a mix of fascinating books … Continue reading
In which I cook, bake and generally surprise myself
It was a Saturday with nothing on the calender and two sweet children who wanted nothing more than to romp all around home with a neighborhood friend or two. I got up slowly . . . . I savored coffee … Continue reading
In which He calls me Dreamer
I am waking up the dreamer within me It is a bit frightening My dreams are many Messy and scattered Hopelessly hopeful Unrealistically wild Utterly dear Safer kept under wraps Tucked away To perhaps, by happenstance someday Come true When … Continue reading