I was going to write a post tonight about sensory issues. I can’t. I mean, I can, but my heart isn’t in it. Instead, my heart is aching after watching a portion of Greta Thunberg’s address to the U.N.
A new semester rolled around at our house: the start of the new school year and our co-op. You’re probably thinking “what!? School already?” Yup, for whatever strange reason, our school district started on the first week of August.
I cringed the moment the words came out of my mouth: “we’re not going to co-op to learn.” Oops. Mom fail. Still, it’s technically true. We go to co-op for all sorts of reasons, but a standard education isn’t
If you have a kid like mine who thrives on schedules, routine, and familiar surroundings, then here’s a few critical things to know. Don’t move. Don’t uproot from one state to another, sell the only house he’s ever known,
Eloping is one of those funny words – it has more than one meaning, and most people only know one. The fun one. The “run-off-and-get-married-on-a-whim” kind of meaning. Which makes it really odd and considerably confusing when I write