Mr. Irresistible
I told you recently about my “noble peach” mistake. It wasn’t my first public misspelling. My first was in high school. Our young and enthusiastic band director had a fresh idea for a fundraiser: a contest to see which high…
I told you recently about my “noble peach” mistake. It wasn’t my first public misspelling. My first was in high school. Our young and enthusiastic band director had a fresh idea for a fundraiser: a contest to see which high…
My two grandmothers both grew up in rural Robertson County, Tennessee. Though their girlhoods had many things in common, their adulthoods seemed as different as night and day in my young mind. Mama Sue’s bedroom carpet was pink. Her bathroom tile was…
We are grateful to God for preparing us and giving us opportunities. We are thankful to homeschooling families for giving us their trust. Trust-building takes time. Starting a homeschool business and putting up a Notgrass sign didn’t mean people automatically…
We are history lovers, and I’d love to tell you that this photo illustrates that Ray and I started teaching our eldest history when he was a few months old. It would make a good story, but in reality Ray,…
While my husband Ray was growing up in Columbia, Tennessee, reading the great books his daddy recommended and soaking up Civil War history from his grandfather, I was growing up sixty-six miles away in Ashland City, where my daddy was…
Writing books about history is a dream come true for my husband Ray. He grew up around words. His daddy worked at the local Columbia, Tennessee, newspaper for more than fifty years. As a boy, Wes carried papers. As a young high…