Watch for Children
Our daughter Mary Evelyn writes a play each year for a cast of homeschooled children. One day last year she was at the public library searching for an idea for her next play when her eyes spotted a book high on…
Our daughter Mary Evelyn writes a play each year for a cast of homeschooled children. One day last year she was at the public library searching for an idea for her next play when her eyes spotted a book high on…
When I began this blog in April, I was determined that it would not be like some glorified social media page where you heard what I fixed for breakfast. That’s not what you need. You are homeschooling mothers. You need…
For many months before I began sharing daily encouragements with you each morning, I was working on a new book with the same title–Daily Encouragement for Homeschooling Mothers. When I started the blog, I couldn’t think of a more appropriate…
Last Saturday afternoon Ray put on his jeans and I put on my new square dance dress. It was time for the annual fall barn dance. I usually borrow a dress from the hostess. She has collected–and her daughters have…
One of the things I love about the South is how people of all ages call their parents Mama and Daddy. Hearing a man in his forties talk about “Daddy” is a sweet thing. For many years, we’ve heard our…
“Sara got an A on her essay; I never get better than a B.” “Mama took Sissy to get ice cream after her dentist appointment; she took me to the fabric store and I had to wait while she shopped…