Here, I Write: Slice of Life 26/31 #sol16

Here, I write. In the dining room, the heart of the house. The walls are the richest chocolate brown, but I’m thinking of repainting this summer. Maybe red. I love a red room. My office, the space I created for writing, is red. It’s upstairs on the very edge of the house. You get there…

The Books That Made Me: Slice of Life 25/31 #sol16

In a recent post for the Nerdy Book Club blog, Donalyn Miller wrote about revisiting our reading histories to identify the books that have been touchstones in our lives: More than listing favorites, creating a reading autobiography encourages readers to revisit their reading experiences and identify books signifying turning points or touchstones in their reading…

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!”…