My six-year-old came inside, flushed from the freedom of a spring afternoon. Sitting down to take her shoes off, she was oblivious to a small bee crawling away just an…
I’ve never equated the month of March to the verb by the same name. Until now. March holds the promise of spring. In the Midwest, March is the bringer of…
My original inaugural homeschool post looked much different from the one you’re now reading. It was entitled “3 Reasons We Chose to Homeschool”, and while it simmers in my pile…
I’ve never equated the month of March to the verb by the same name. Until now. March holds the promise of spring. In the Midwest, March is the bringer of buds, guiding our eyes up from the blanket of fallen…