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Song of Myself

I used to read poetry curled up in a comfy chair, sipping tea, just Walt Whitman and me. Now I read it in the dining room on my laptop, while Ken fixes dinner and the boys watch football and sound barbaric yawps and Geneva clomps around in my shoes and drops her bread...

Medieval Feast

Celebration comes with the end of the unit on the Middle Ages. You don’t have to be studying it at the moment to feel the relief—finally the end of a dark time. The games on the lawn. Stand and deliver. Nothing like a drama to cap off a thousand years. Ah the...

How You Know You’re Homeschooled

You’ve heard grown-ups use the term, but it doesn’t mean very much. Until… Why do they get to go in a big bus and we have to stay home? Are they going on a field trip? What’s in that big backpack? Is their school like an amusement park? Why...