“September Saturday”
Forty years ago tomorrow Ray and I had our first date. Maybe I shouldn’t use that word date in a blog for homeschooling mothers! It would have been nice to have done courtship, but we had a real problem there–we…
Forty years ago tomorrow Ray and I had our first date. Maybe I shouldn’t use that word date in a blog for homeschooling mothers! It would have been nice to have done courtship, but we had a real problem there–we…
Mothers start comparing (and worrying) when their children are still babies. Tina is four months old and already has two teeth; Janie is seven months old and doesn’t have any. James was walking at eight months; Dustin’s first birthday is…
A few weeks ago I told you about my friend (I called her Lisa) whose daughter created an adorable Un-happy Meal. A couple of hours after I posted my Monday blog about our son John’s birthday, I got this note…
Mrs. Frances Landrum taught me English in the seventh and eighth grades. She was short, pleasingly plump (as we used to say), and gray-headed. Photos of Laura Ingalls Wilder taken after she began writing the Little House books remind me…
Broken windows, scratched car doors, missing shed roofs, lawns scattered with debris–stuff like that can wait. Last Friday morning, we surveyed our storm damage, left almost every bit of it lying where it was, and left town. Sometimes you just…
Weather forecasters warned us yesterday that storms were likely. Ray and I hurried through our errands in town so we would be home before they got to us. We made it before the rain began. I was at my desk…