Maybe it was a snowy owl

Where we live, there’s always the rumors of snowy owls coming down from the North Pole this time of year. The young ones learn to be good hunters in Michigan, looking for mammals in wide stretches of snowy open spaces. The nature center a few miles away posted one’s in the neighborhood; my neighbor said last Read more about Maybe it was a snowy owl[…]

Stories leave a trail a hop-length apart for us

“Perhaps the real reason that we tell stories again and again—and endlessly praise our greatest storytellers—is because humans want to be a part of a shared history.” “The Psychological Comforts of Storytelling,” The Atlantic I talked with a guy at a nursing home last week, holding the hand of his “bride,” he called her, of 54 years. She sat Read more about Stories leave a trail a hop-length apart for us[…]

‘Forget yourselves long enough to lend a helping hand’

By 1 p.m. today, I said aloud “I don’t think I was supposed to have children.” Oh yes. I should’ve traveled the world. Mondays happen to everyone, and they’re especially Monday after a weekend of solitude; the girls and Dave were with family, and I stayed behind for Sunday school stuff. Everyone’s voices were so Read more about ‘Forget yourselves long enough to lend a helping hand’[…]

The one thing that had me reading my senior scrapbook in how many years …

It rained today, our second day of school, and we had something heavy that came up just after breakfast. My grandpa died. I looked at the girls after putting down the phone. I told them; we cried. Soon after it was raining, and … well. We’re like those Cather pioneers, our family. We just go on. “Let’s Read more about The one thing that had me reading my senior scrapbook in how many years …[…]

Living education notes for my February file

We drove to the retreat, Dave and I, from Michigan to Ohio (where Mom watched the girls); then Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin to Minnesota. I read Willa Cather and we had the windows down on the county highways; my hair was blowing and Noah Gundersen was singing. You should’ve been there. Along the way, I spotted staghorn sumacs, Read more about Living education notes for my February file[…]

‘The family is, practically, a commune’

“Wagner says, in his most beautiful opera, that art is only a way of remembering youth. And the older we grow the more precious it seems to us, and the more richly we can present that memory. When we’ve got it all out, — the last, the finest thrill of it, the brightest hope of Read more about ‘The family is, practically, a commune’[…]

A simple, gentle start to education

On August 18, we’ll move from theory to application in this home education experiment. Experiment, because though I love being home with my girls and reading, painting and exploring the woods, we plan to take this one year at a time. We’re homeschooling not because we’re avoiding anything, or because we want a “biblical” worldview Read more about A simple, gentle start to education[…]