I like the golden fur of this squirrel that was scurrying about near Ronald Reagan's boyhood home last month. I think of squirrels as gray, but, of course, I know that squirrels come in a variety of colors. Squirrels are like children (and grown-ups, too). Not one is exactly like any other. One ... View Post
The Words of My Mouth
I went to elementary school when little girls still wore dresses. We didn't carry backpacks, but I did have a book satchel in the first grade. It was held shut, not with velcro, but by two little buckles. No velcro on our shoes either. They had buckles, too, except the ones that had shoe strings. We ... View Post
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My Heart for Generations
My family has enjoyed English country dancing for more than a decade. Ray says it's just geometry on the floor. It's simple once you learn the basic steps. Most dances are just a combination of these steps, rearranged in a variety of ways. Here I am during a break in a dance class from 2006. That's ... View Post
Snowballs in Spring
Now I know it's spring for sure, because Mother's snowball bush is blooming! We were at the Minnesota Association of Christian Home Educators' conference in Rochester in the middle of April. They had snowballs, too, but they were the cold and wet kind. Brrr. Minnesotans kept talking about how it ... View Post
The Joy of Henry
I'd like to introduce you to a little fellow. He's our grandson Henry. His middle name is Samuel, but it could be Joy. Of course, that would be kind of feminine which would never do for this tough little guy. But what you think of when you are around Henry is joy. He's a joy to his daddy John ... View Post
My Heroines
I love homeschooling mothers. You are my heroines. I know you don't feel like a heroine every day, maybe not most days, maybe not ever, but you are. You could be spending your life in many different ways, but you have embraced your role as mother. You are devoting your days, weeks, months, and years ... View Post