Nothing like an autumn day to entice me with a few cozy blankets on the sofa, burnt orange candles lit, fireplace blazing toasty and a Pelecis piece playing on Spotify. The first day of frost woke with us last week. The puppy’s water froze. The chickens hesitated leaving the coop. I hesitated walking the puppy … Continue reading
I don’t have four kids homeschooling anymore. But I did. I have a teenager, studying at a high school level, who is very much as independent as a college student, waking herself for early morning on line classes, tracking her study hours, watching her deadlines, getting to town for her part time job. I have … Continue reading
Despite being invited to a not back to school picnic, it did not dawn on me that public school started that same day. I’ve just returned from an anniversary weekend reading, eating, walking on the beach and visiting wineries in southern British Columbia. Summer activities still occupy our schedule, so there’s no shift to a … Continue reading
“Education cannot make a person into something; it can only provide space for a person to discover who they are. Being fully human is not derived from doing things the way that someone or something has told us to, but by being who we are, the person we were born to be”. Life Learning Magazine … Continue reading
DOUBT. That five letter word that occupies all that choose a less than conventional educational route for our children, and less than conventional lifestyle choice for our family, is all too familiar. Really though, you have a child = you have doubts. You sign up for doubts and fears when you hold that little one … Continue reading
It’s that time of year. (It took me two weeks longer than other years to think of homeschooling). This is what I started with… …a cup of tea… (& appropriately, a cup of courage) And piles and piles of papers, notebooks, sketches, math workbooks, writing stuff, whatever they did this year on paper. I culled … Continue reading
As a born and raised urbanite, pesky weeds interfere with a carpet lush lawn. Spray them, pull them, curse them, but there is no use to them: a bane on suburban perfection. I still bend to pull weeds. I still swipe them with my heavy garden clogs. But now I’ve also found a new use … Continue reading
