There are days when I can’t do this. When I can’t keep the steam from hissing out both ears in stifled frustration. Days when I don’t understand how my son doesn’t understand. Days with the patience of lighted dynamite, when the two of us sit there, sharing a piano bench, me on the left, with my […]
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Twelve Novembers ago, Troy and I spent our first married Thanksgiving with my sister and brother-in-law in Seattle in their mildewy starter-home the size of an egg carton. Just the four of us. We huddled around a card table with floor heaters, dealing hands of Euchre and Spades from dawn to dinner. At 9:30 a.m. […]
Sometimes it’s just wiser to push the books aside. And realize the only way to learn some stuff is with our eyes and hands. Which is how we ended up at Voights Creek Hatchery at 8 a.m. Monday morning. The salmon were spawning. Or rather the salmon were going to be spawned. Hatchery style. This […]
He started kindergarten. This one. And loves it. He signed in. Sampled his new seat. Paused in the reading center. And stamped a hearty hand print. She’s in the 3rd grade. This one. And still absorbing like a thirsty sponge. Sometimes there’s a little brother alongside who doesn’t know about the equator yet. Or Russian […]
It isn’t that The King Tut exhibit at the Pacific Science Center isn’t amazing. My daughter loved it. It was getting there and scrounging for parking, and taking nine minutes to see-saw the van into a parallel parking spot on a hill while sweat left both my armpits like running water and while my daughter […]
Sometimes reading’s as easy as… Ruh-a-guh. Rag. And sometimes it’s work. ‘P’ or ‘d’, people. ‘P’ or ‘d’. And sometimes, before we know it, our book with six pages is done. Over. El Fin. And we couldn’t be more pleased with ourselves.
Since there’s something about a card in the mail…A thank you card with a hand-written address… An old-fashioned, I-sat-down-and-wrote-this-after-I-found-a-pen-that-worked-and-after-I-thought-of-something-to-say-and-after-I-looked-up-your-address-since-the-one-I-have-for-you-is-six-years-old-and-you-don’t-live-there-anymore-and-after-I-emptied-a-drawer-where-I-knew-a-stamp-had-to-be-and-after-I-got-the-thing-to-the-car-and-after-I-turned-right-into-the-post-office-instead-of-heading-straight-home… since there’s something about a card in the mail, I wanted our daughter to be able to put her “thanks” into words. And not just into an e-mail. Or a text. Or a “hey, I meant […]
I could not identify any of the disruptors by name, and about now, I doubt by sight I’d be any better. I only know that as I was concluding my public speaking class on Friday to a group of homeschooled high school kids in the choir room of Bethany Baptist, the next period’s homeschooled choir […]
On days like today when hitting myself with a hammer sounds more appealing than teaching adjectives to someone whose focus skipped out with the sunshine, I try to remind myself that if homeschooling were easy and guaranteed some semblance of sanity, then we’d all be doing it. Maybe. I don’t know. It’s just that some […]
Until Saturday, the only fish our kids had tangible knowledge of was in a can. In our pantry. And they preferred it with pickles and mayonnaise. Which was why, when my husband suggested a trip to the fish hatchery, our kids’ eyes expanded to hubcaps. We even called a couple of cousins to join us. […]