It's officially National Poetry Month. Poetry seems to either be loved or hated by avid readers and nonreaders alike. You either love the idea of short prose with strong emphasis or you feel that's it too forced and anti-climatic. You either love reading rhythm, rhyme, or free verse or you think greeting cards is the … Continue reading Poetry for every mood
(This post contains affiliate links because we like food) Every couple of months I have an epiphany. That I am not living in the moment. That I am planning too much, organizing too much, not letting enough of our lives happen organically. It's easy to say, "that's it, from now I will let the chips … Continue reading More important than a homeschool curriculum
Unschooling seemed too out there for me when I first read about it. To be fair, homeschooling seemed too out there when I first thought about actually doing it. But unschooling was waaaaay out there. I read two or three articles about it and just went on my way. No curriculum? No lesson plans? No … Continue reading Kind of-Sort of-Unschooling
It's Easy To Feel Alone The HIE Help Center site is a great resource for parents with children who have mental illness or delays. While they specialize in articles about HIE (hypoxic-ischemic encephalopathy), the information and coping help can be used for multiple disorders. I had this article published in June 2018.
I've said it before, I'm not a huge poetry fan, but there are some that really stick to me and I just keep rereading over and over. I did a post about "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowing Evening" awhile back and I think nature poems can just move you in a way that a … Continue reading Thunderstorm poetry, the best of
I get bored with playing. There, I said it. It's hard, even as a blogger of parenting articles and other family related activities, to always express my personal life for public use. However, in order to write honestly, I think I have to. Sometimes, I don't want to play pretend. I want to just … Continue reading When I just don’t want to play
January Blues and poetry