I’ve had people ask how the kids are doing with our new school routine this year, so I thought I’d post a quick update. We’ve made it past the first midterm period, which according to math means that we’re more than 1/8 of the way done with this school year. I do this with everything. […]
We gather, every night around 5:30, around Grandpa K’s big old wooden dining room table. So many generations of our family have come together at this table. Nine months ago we put the leaf in for a birthday party, and we’ve left it in, because we like to spread out and it’s more conducive to […]
She’s my best girl and I’m her favorite mommy, and yesterday, with her backpack on her back and her tummy a little fluttery, she told me she was too big to hold my hand. I took it with good grace, I guess. We were walking into her new school to meet her new teacher and […]
(A Tale of Motherhood) Last night, there was a thunderstorm in Tiny Town. Actually there was this random long series of storms and not-storms, with lightning and thunder rumbles, then quiet, then more lightning and thunder rumbles, then quiet. Then a huge crash that sent me flying out of bed to check on my daughter. […]
Once upon a time, I broke a longish blog silence with a post about homeschooling, public schooling, and depression. And I sat back and wondered . . . what will people say? Honestly, most of the time people don’t say much about my blog posts. Maybe I’ll get a couple of likes, a couple of […]
My blog is a dusty, neglected corner of the internet these days, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. Writing and I have had an increasingly complicated relationship recently. I know I need to be writing. I just don’t know what, or where. I’m lacking direction and it’s making me procrastinate and make […]
The sky was dark, not even a glimmer of dawn forcing its way through the storm clouds that smothered the eastern horizon. The bedroom windows were open, and the sound of driving rain filled my ears as a flash of lightning broke through my sleep. I awoke just in time for the bone-rattling crash of […]
Do you ever wonder, when you stop for a moment and think, who’s teaching whom anyway?
When your heart is in danger you do what it takes.
We run, and it’s hard.