One of Mr. T’s favorite things to do is to tell me a story, and have me write it down. Actually, he’s been adding on to the same story for months now–Scritch and Scratch, about a boy and a girl turned into wolves who have many adventures in space. Yesterday he was jumping out of [...]
The next installment in My Year of Excellent Essayists. Are you up for this? Notes on a sixteenth-century essayist? Before you click away, note that I’ve added a few marginally related photos to hold your interest. Michel de Montaigne (1533-1592) is widely regarded as the father of the essay. The word essay originated in the [...]
The ever-wonderful Lori has a truly inspiring post up over at Camp Creek. It’s called Making Space For Their Ideas, and it’s all about how to help kids facilitate their own projects. How to let go of your own ideas, to make space for them to have their own ideas. If you haven’t read it [...]
Ooh, the comments on my last post have been interesting–have you seen? So much talk about child-led learning, and parental support, and the many possible ratios of the two. That last post was about me trying to let go and let Mr. T lead; this time I’m switching angles and writing about a time when [...]
boy holding pomelo Because I like to have a photo with each post. Because I thought I could make one more contribution to yellow week. Because the pomelo looks like a planet. And because the image itself could be a metaphor for the words below. Our homeschool group sponsors a history fair each spring. Kids display [...]
I’ve never joined a photo pool party. But, you may recall, one of my resolutions for 2009 is “improve my photography skills”. So when erin at house at hill road invited folks along on her yellow week, I jumped in. Yellow has never been a favorite color of mine. I don’t own a single piece [...]
No, the Bon Jovi lover is not me. I wasn’t even a fan during their late ’80s heyday. (Although I did manage to make my ultra-fine hair pretty big back then, with help from Sebastian Shaper Plus.) The Bon Jovi fan is my seven-year-old son. How did this happen, you ask? Well, in another incitement [...]