A Convict, a Cadillac, and Great Expectations
“Jesus Loves the Little Children” was one of the first songs I learned as a child. How precious it has been all my life to know that we are all precious in His sight. When I looked for a photo…
“Jesus Loves the Little Children” was one of the first songs I learned as a child. How precious it has been all my life to know that we are all precious in His sight. When I looked for a photo…
While Ray and I were at Hope Lodge, we were the beneficiaries of many acts of kindness, both from people we knew and from people we had never met. One of the many blessings of homeschooling is that its flexible…
On a Sunday evening a few months ago, Ray and I texted our kids to tell them about a mishap we had during the first day of a mini-vacation. Our son, John, texted back: You are magnets for adventure. After…
I enjoy my involvement with the Timothy Demonbreun Heritage Society, which honors and preserves the memory of my French Canadian fur trapping ancestor, often called the first resident of Nashville, Tennessee. The society, made up mostly of us very distant…
As I wrote recently, a present I’ve been giving myself is to listen again to the novels of Jane Austen. While I recommend Mansfield Park for teens, young adults, and their parents, I want to recommend Emma to parents of…
A mother recently encouraged me to share thoughts on ways to keep the hearts of parents and their adult children close when they can’t be close physically. Today I’d like to tell you about a family whose members are keeping…
I love this picture that John chose to illustrate the opening page of Unit 9 in Exploring Government, which teaches about the 4th through the 27th Amendments to the U.S. Constitution. It is one of my favorite illustrations. The hats,…
Setting up an office in our hotel room at Hope Lodge was something of a challenge. Depending on our Exploring Government editing task at the moment, we needed two and sometimes three screens. As you see, we placed Ray’s computer,…
Life doesn’t stop to give us time for a crisis. That’s why Ray and I were “busy little campers” during our first two weeks at Hope Lodge. Last year we at Notgrass History decided the time had come to update…