Category Archives: Confessions

I’ve spent months now reading Colin Wilson’s books, although I can honestly say, I haven’t been able to read straight through any of them, but find myself invariably skipping here there and all over the place. It has occurred to … Continue reading →

I got to kiss my dad good-bye. And that’s not all, I was able to be present at his home-death, as I call it, so akin to my three home-births did it seem! Now,’ death’, ‘dead’, ‘died’, etc. aren’t the … Continue reading →

When the kids were little, I read a Lot! of child psychology and child development literature. One book that made a big impression, was called “Drama of the Gifted Child” and it was written by Alice Miller. It was a … Continue reading →

Speaking of Integrity, one day as I was observing my young daughter’s elaborate, creative, all-the-time-in-the-world, complex make-believe, the word “integrity” popped into my mind. I thought about it. I observed some more. I thought about it some more. What I … Continue reading →

Attention. Attention is a very interesting subject and one that is much deeper than meets the eye.  One of the most interesting ideas I encountered and explored while homeschooling was the concept of attention. Pay Attention!!!  This is a command … Continue reading →

No homeschooling manifesto would be complete without some explanation of “Unschooling”. Within the homeschool movement, there are subdivisions.  First of all, and comprising the majority, are the Christian homeschoolers.  The Christian homeschoolers can be subdivided into two basic camps:  Catholic … Continue reading →

My Happiness Matters. Sometimes I think this must be self-evident! — that one’s own happiness ‘matters’, but the truth is, I learned this, like everything else, the hard way. In the course of raising four children, taking their education and … Continue reading →

Nowadays, when a young person confesses something to me along the lines of… “I feel like I’m ‘different’….”, I say, “You feel like you’re different because you are different!  God doesn’t make copies!  You are unique and special and there is … Continue reading →

Both my husband and I were Rebels.  We suffered from Idealism as well.  His had Emersonian and Thoreauvian hues and tones, self-and-nature-reliance, a little extreme maybe.  Sometimes looking at him, I would be reminded of the father in Paul Theroux’s novel, ”Mosquito … Continue reading →