Just Mama and Me
Following the guidelines of the local board of education, Mother and Daddy sent me off to first grade when I was five years old. In 1958 in our town, children could begin their twelve-year public school adventure at five years…
Following the guidelines of the local board of education, Mother and Daddy sent me off to first grade when I was five years old. In 1958 in our town, children could begin their twelve-year public school adventure at five years…
During the first couple of weeks of January, I enjoyed spending days and days online with our son John as we got several curricula ready for new printing runs. As we flipped through our American history for elementary students, I…
First, let me thank you again for your precious prayers for Ray and me during this long health journey for Ray. I am very grateful to report that he got a good report from his radiation oncologist yesterday. Praise God!…
Some of you may have read this post on Friday when I accidentally sent out two in the morning email. Oops! So sorry about that! I recently wrote about The Present Mama, using this verse from 1 Thessalonians: But we…
Ray’s radiation oncologist told us in October that it takes three months to know the effectiveness of radiation treatments for prostate cancer. That seemed like a long time, but now the time has come. Ray has an appointment at 11…
Notice: Don’t worry! Daily Encouragement isn’t changing. You don’t have to do anything to keep receiving it by email each morning as usual. In an effort to provide additional encouragement for those who feel a need, we are adding a…
I wonder just how many distractions vie for a homeschooling mama’s attention every day. That I do not know, but I do know that each of her children need her to be present when they need her to be present.…
On Sunday evening around 9:00 p.m., God began sending us a beautiful snowfall. This was the view above my computer screen Monday morning. On Monday I ventured outside to the front porch . . . . . . and the…
Last week I saw a sign on a church building, saying that no perfect people were allowed inside. That’s good because the church would be empty otherwise, right? While we can—perhaps reluctantly—accept the fact that we as individuals are not…