For longer than I can remember I made an annual phone call to my Grandpa Jack every Memorial Day.
Free range learning
My mom used to call us ‘free range kids,’ like free range chickens… We roamed the countryside. —William Moseley I think we skipped from March…
Doing Battle {dyscalculia and dysgraphia}
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Operation: Family Photo, Take 2
Friday rolled around perhaps sooner than I expected, and much sooner than I thought I could possibly endure. Here we were, getting dressed in clothes…
Planning Time
With all the rain we’ve had here in Tennessee lately, it’s hard to believe that the growing season is just around the corner. But the…
The Foggiest Idea
Spring on our farm means three things: rain, mud, and fog. The rain and the mud are necessary evils. The fog? A fantastical delight for…
How Blessed We Are
On Christmas Eve, the unthinkable happened. Dad had just left on a last minute trip, while Mom and I began a quick tidy of the…
Global Christians
One of the greatest things about traveling regularly to the same places is seeing the familiar faces.
Stripping apart bikes to build family
I recently stopped to watch my 17-year-old and 15-year-old sons strip apart some bikes to fix brake and sprocket issues. Ball bearings were rolling across…
To my very weird teens
I know we’re different. Just like you, I’ve seen the reactions, heard the mutters and gasps and whispers. I’ve watched you carefully steer conversation from…