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…
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…
Our house has lots of old stuff and some new stuff that will be old stuff some day unless Jesus comes back first. Why do I keep old stuff? Many things I keep because of the people connected with them. I’ll…
One morning I looked out the office window and saw a family of Canada geese across the road, Papa Goose, Mama Goose, and seven baby goslings. I was so excited. I grabbed my camera and away I flew. The worried…
The sign on the door read, “Enter only if you want to go into Narnia.” I remember thinking for a split second “I sure do” before joyfully opening the door. Our son John was about seven years old when he…