The Sunny Mrs. Dorsey

The Sunny Mrs. Dorsey

When I was in sixth-grade, my science teacher was Mrs. Dorsey. She had blonde hair that looked like cotton candy and a slightly mischievous glint in her eye. Mrs. Dorsey stood on her desk and sang memorization songs about mitosis while pointing to her bare feet and...
He Said, She Said

He Said, She Said

What would happen if you asked a dad and a mom the same series of questions about their homeschooling? Would their perspectives be similar or different? My husband and I decided to take on this challenge! When did you first want to homeschool your children? John:...
I See You, Little Homeschooling Momma!

I See You, Little Homeschooling Momma!

Are you tired of dry shampoo and yesterday’s leggings, praying that you understand today’s math problem, holding on to the wiggly soul while searching for something presentable to feed the starving, and having lessons half completed while the sun’s setting...
When You Feel like Quitting

When You Feel like Quitting

The ugly threat gushed quickly from my mouth in a moment of complete frustration. The words, my words, had cut so deep that the wound was unbearable. I saw the salty water brimming in my son’s eyes as he turned to hide the spillage. I had said the words before but...