I’ve spent every spare moment lately getting ready for the workshop I’m presenting at the HSC homeschool conference this Friday. The workshop is called Nurturing Young Writers. I’ll be speaking for an hour-and-a half. Yikes. I’m sure my family can sympathize with anyone who has to listen to me ramble on for an hour-and-a-half. Well. [...]

atwitter: july

I haven’t written one of these atwitter posts in a while. Not that I haven’t been all atwitter–ask my husband about my tendency to yammer on about things. I just haven’t written about it. So, making up for lost posts… our lavender is blooming. 60 plants worth, on our front hillside, right beside our beehive. [...]

Dearest, We’ve been through so much, you and I. Do you remember when I first laid eyes on you, three years ago? In that Rebecca magazine at the yarn shop? I swooned over the fuzzy mohair-ness of you, and that modernish lace pattern of yours, and your lightness, your length. I fell so hard that [...]

Hard as it is for me to believe, it’s been almost a year since I started this blog. I got it up and running last July, when all three of my kids were at various sleepover camps or daycamps for a week. I called it my week of “writing” because although I’d hoped to write a [...]

I went and had a little summer fling. I suppose I can blame it on those long afternoons by the lake and the absence of responsibility. And surely the hammock had something to do with it. I was supposed to spend my afternoons with E.B. White. I promised you I would–or at least I’d promised [...]

Fish with a cousin. Kayak. Learn to drive a boat from your grandfather. Swim with your siblings. Be patriotic, even in the act of climbing up a ladder. Show your dancer’s training while taking a dive. Take a big jump, and fling your little brother into the air. Watch fireworks from a boat. I’ll be [...]

A spectacular transformation took place in these parts last week. Mr. T became a reader. Oh, for months he’s been reading words and phrases that he spots around him. Gas station signs. Comic book titles. Billboards. But he didn’t want to read books. I’d check out new easy-to-read books at the library each time we [...]