If your house is anything like mine, there’s a bucket—or several—of LEGO bricks somewhere in the mix of homeschool chaos. Maybe they’re neatly sorted by color (bless you), or maybe they’re scattered under couches and embedded in the soles of your feet (more relatable, honestly). Either way, those little plastic bricks are full of BIG…
I shrug a lot, shake my head with a smile, even chuckle. My kids are a blast. They’re different and difficult and quite the handful, but at the end of the day I don’t know what I’d do without the constant excitement of their excitabilities or the quick wit (that also gets them into trouble)….
I’ll never forget the day that the educator in me was devastated by the very institution that I had so strongly supported for so long. It was the day I realized that the system had failed my family. My child. “I don’t ever want to go back to school, again. My teacher hates me, Mom….
My daughter loves to tell stories. She is creative and brilliant in her ability to weave together storylines and characters. Moreover, she’s imaginative in creating symbolism, even at her young age. (Another time, remind me to tell you how she cast our family into various animal roles. She was dead-on in her reasoning as to…
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