- A Day of Extremes
- Preventing the Habit of Procrastination
- Working From Home AND Homeschooling: Figuring Out How to Make It Work
- Update to the Curriculum page!
- From here to the moon…
- STEM Lego Minifigs! For girls!
- Hey, Stranger! Long time, no see!
- Fireworks of a different sort: Higgs Boson!
- Do Creationist curricula meet the National Standards?
- The last eight weeks…
Category Archives: childhood of origin
I am a terrible procrastinator. Actually, I’m a very GOOD procrastinator, in that I’m a total pro at it. I’ll do darned near anything to put off doing cleaning, and I’ll do cleaning to put off doing paperwork! Sort of … Continue reading
My mother is British, and, like many Brits, drinks copious amounts of tea. When I was a child, growing up near Boston, I used a tea set that she’d had when she was a girl in England during WW2, that … Continue reading
I’m kind of scared of power tools. I know how to use them, but I don’t have the right benches and clamps to hold things while I work, so I always feel a bit encumbered when working, and thus unsafe. … Continue reading
My parents’ home is so full of books that I have oft joked that were wes illiterate, our home would be immaculate. I followed in my father’s footsteps, using the first real sum of money I ever earned to buy myself a bookcase. The only … Continue reading
Kate, over on Skipping School, asked, as an aside, when your parents’ home stops being your other home. One of her commenters said that it happens when you have kids of your own, and your emotional-self centers in your own … Continue reading
My kids are way too much like me. When I was three, back during the baby-bust of 1975, my mother tried to get me into the kindergarten Sunday school class, since there weren’t enough kids my age to run a … Continue reading
Welcome to my blog, Mom. It’s really nice to have you here! I’m hoping that this will let you stay better informed on what we all are doing and thinking, and I look forward to sharing this with you, and … Continue reading
Weekend mornings in the house I grew up in meant not bothering my parents while they manually added up invoices and checked each other’s work, but that was about the extent of their math skills. Algebra was something they could kind of … Continue reading
My Grandmother would have been 101 years old yesterday, had she not died six years ago, just days shy of 95. I don’t mark the day of her death, just her birthday. She’d like that, I think. She lived in … Continue reading