One of the things I loved about homeschooling was what I was learning. Several months after we began, I took a test in Readers’ Digest and was positive that I scored better on it than I would have done before…
When Ray and I visited the Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library and Museum on Sunday, we enjoyed the “100 Years of Celebrating Mothers” exhibit, co-sponsored by Hallmark Cards. The exhibit explained the origin of Mother’s Day in the U.S. and included a…
A homeschooling mother told me recently that someone once told her that she did not look like a homeschooling mother because she wore big earrings. Then she showed me her earrings–the size was similar to the ones I wear. Am I…
I heard a wonderful story yesterday while Ray and I were visiting with homeschoolers at The Pilgrim’s Journey homeschool bookstore in Fayetteville, North Carolina. A homeschooled teenager (I’ll call her Jill) struggled with high school math. After a year of…
In a small house in rural middle Tennessee lived a father Gabe, a mother Corinna, their six sons, and the youngest, a girl whom everyone called Sister. The mother was a devoted Christian; the father an alcoholic. Together they ran…
In 1991 our family was in our second year of homeschooling. In the fall, Ray went on a business trip to a Detroit suburb, so the children and I tagged along. While he went to meetings each day, we went…
