Tag: homeschool

Don’t Mind My Son He’s Just Got OCD

Little girl in Isaiah’s archery class, I know you’re too young to understand. I wish I could explain to you that it’s his OCD that makes him move your arrows from the first orange cone to the second. You see the very first time he came to this class that’s how the arrows were set

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I Am An American and Today I Celebrate Abraham Lincoln

Do you know who our 16th president was? Does your 3rd grader? As of today, thanks to a Congressional resolution, it is International Darwin Day, now and forever on February 12. It also happens to be the birthday of one of the (I dare say the second) greatest Presidents in this America’s history. The man

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On the outside I’m a hippie freakshow, on the inside…About Jen Kehl

Living Outside the Box You may think I’m a contradiction. I listen to the Grateful Dead, I buy only organic when I can, I vote conservative. I don’t wear makeup, I buy expensive shampoo, I owned a Bugaboo and I buy most of my clothes at Target. I read my bible everyday, old and new

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I’m Always Confounding Things

So I’m sitting in my bed feeling fairly crabby, and really not interested in writing – although I had every intention of doing so. I am reading people’s work, I am considering watching some back episodes on my iPad. Then my son starts hacking. If you know me, then you know my son sleeps with

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Mojo vs. The Evil Dragon Lady

This freakin’ weather! Not everyone has the pleasure of living in the midwest. I am aware of that. And I am acutely aware of the fact that many people live places were the sun shines at least, oh I don’t know; once every 4 days? Wow, that would be heaven. That would be like a

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I’m just a girl, parenting a boy.

That’s him, that’s my son, the one swinging from the loft on a swing made of home-made rope. I read a Facebook post the other day, one in which a mother was concerned about her stepson’s rambunctious playing style.  He’s 5, and she has younger girls.  I understand, I do.  I am the mother of

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