Last year, my oldest homeschooler entered the high school years. This was a little bit of a daunting milestone, as keeping a transcript and tracking credits felt like the kind of unchartered territory that was going to send me running for the safety net of the high school registrar’s office. Thankfully, I’ve been blessed
I’m in the process of making over an old dresser. It’s an old, claw-footed beauty I inherited from my grandmother. Come to think of it, this isn’t the first transition this lovely piece has seen. In the years since I’ve been blessed to keep it, it’s been painted, decorated, and repurposed a handful of
Friends, I have a confession to make: Sometimes this homeschooling gig gets hard. That’s not quite the big reveal you were expecting, was it? As a matter of fact, if you’ve been homeschooling for more than a week, you already know this. So, no, that’s not really the whole of my confession (but wait,
