Unschooling: Before and After Slice of Life 23/31 #sol16

  The week before we started homeschooling, my son was curious about: Basketball Dirt bikes Dodge Challengers Air Jordans In the week since we started homeschooling, my son has been curious about: Basketball Dirt bikes Dodge Challengers Air Jordans And: Wild mustangs Alcatraz Al Capone Autism The Presidential elections Domino structures The tallest building in…

Silence: Slice of Life 22/31 #sol16

It feels like we are the only people in the valley. It feels like we are the only people in the world. It’s the quality of sound that surprises me most. Just stand here and be quiet for a moment, our guide tells us. Listen. What do you hear? Nothing, my son says. But the…

Full Day: Slice of Life 21/31 #sol16

Slow morning Strong coffee Banana oatmeal Open notebook Snuggly dog Blog post Home school Animal fight Dirty dishes Pesto pasta Basketball once Country roads Soaring hawk Galloping mustangs History lesson Stone carvings Sundance site Nuzzling mustangs Dust storm Country roads Ice cream Swirling cat Windy walk Clean dishes Folded laundry Blog post Hot shower Leftover…

Root Beer Floats: Slice of Life 20/31 #sol16

“My friends absolutely love you,” my son tells me. I raise my eyebrows in a question. “Yeah, I’ve told them whenever I get in trouble, you make me a root beer float.” It takes me awhile to stop laughing. “Do they believe you?” I finally ask. He snorts. “Of course they do! They’ve met you!”…

Dear Trauma: Slice of Life 19/31 #sol16

Dear Trauma, By now we’re old friends. I know your moves, just as you know mine. I feel your heart race, your breath quicken. There you are, looking wildly for an exit. There you are, closing your eyes to block out the threat. There you are, fists up ready to fight. We start our dance,…

Bad Kid: Slice of Life 18/31 #sol16

I’m a bad kid, my son has started saying. He refers to his friends as “the other bad kids. Like me.” Until sixth grade, he always thought of himself as a good kid. But his experiences in sixth grade got him wondering. And seventh grade sealed the deal. It’s official. He’s a bad kid. “What…