Her latest endeavor is a new book titled, The World Is Our Classroom: How One Family Used Nature and Travel to Shape an Extraordinary Education on how she alternatively raised & educated her children.
It is March. The snow has melted and the soil has dried out enough to til. Time to get the peas in. It is a rite of spring passage. Like witnessing the early morning take off of the migrating snow geese at Middlecreek Wildlife Management’s lake, and watching the wood … Continue Reading The Pleasure of Planting Peas
My son and I went out for a winter walk in the woods this morning. It was a quick walk as he had to get dressed up and drive to Reading for a funeral. A very sad funeral- that of a 25 year old friend who simply sat back on … Continue Reading TRACKS IN THE SNOW
When my husband’s grey hair gets long, it sticks straight out like he inserted his finger into an electrical socket. The tufts of hair above his ears stick out like a clown. He used to have thick, curly dark brown hair that looked gorgeous when it grew long. Back then, … Continue Reading Cutting my Husband’s Hair- A Marriage Time Gauge
We heard the crash of glass just as we were heading out the front door to go for a walk, the children and I. We had just finished decorating our Christmas tree and were wanting some exercise and air. There it lay on the floor amongst the broken shards of … Continue Reading The Way to Become Immortal
My husband and I crouched on the braided wool rug in the living room and worked together with the small change, separating nickles, dimes and quarters. I built piles and and counted in groups of 4’s for the quarters, ten- dimes and twenty- nickles while Todd stuffed the paper money … Continue Reading SPARE CHANGE
I could not sleep the other night and kept thinking about the freezer, go down and get berries out so you can have some with your morning yogurt. I couldn’t shake this idea and so I got up at 2 am and went down to the basement. Low and behold, … Continue Reading The Gift of Not Seeing Dirt
Old man Quehman used to sit on the porch of his stone home in an old kitchen chair, and face the stream across his property. He held his shotgun in his hand, waiting, passing the time. His knees would fall open and his big swollen belly heaved up and down … Continue Reading When Hardship Does Not Feel Hard