Growing up on Long Island, I didn’t know a single person who was Homeschooled, however I had very clear ideas about what it meant. It was weird. Their families were secluded, cut off from society, secretive. Homeschooled children were socially awkward, academically behind, and judgmental. Yet despite all this, as I got older and started thinking about having my own family, my heart was settled that Homeschooling was exactly what I wanted to do. I told my husband, who I was dating at the time, and he agreed. Then we kind of forgot about it. Continue reading →
There’s a scary movie that bears the title of this post. If you stumbled across this blog in search of a review, sorry. You’ve got the wrong place. This is about something much, much scarier. This is about the basement. Continue reading →
Today marks the 6 year anniversary of my daddy passing away. He was 68 years young. Last year was the first year that I didn’t wake up sobbing. This is the first year that I’m waking up celebrating. It’s not that I’m praising the day I lost my biggest hero, not at all. This will forever go down in history as one of the most painful days of my life. What I am celebrating is the fact that I still have the opportunity to honor his memory by leaving an imprint on humanity like he did. Continue reading →
I’m in the midst of a 30-Day Challenge to develop a lifelong daily writing habit. Today is Day 13, and I’m having major writer’s block. I told Pierre and he remarked that there’s plenty of content I could derive from my full day. Nothing in particular inspired me to write – but as a whole, my day kinda rocked. So here’s a day in the life of a homeschooling mommy. Continue reading →
The 20 minute Timeline song for our homeschool group (Classical Conversations) ends with September 11th, 2001. No matter how many times I’ve heard it, even though I know it’s coming, I still get choked up when the tune slows down and she utters that date. Everything else in the song is listed by the name of the event. Most every date in history is known by its moniker. Yet September 11th never got a name. It will forever be known by the date – 911 – and the phrase, “Never Forget”. But what does it mean to never forget?