Boneset Harvest

1 September 2010

Last night was cool enough to warrant two quilts, a delicious weight over my body in the morning.  This afternoon was hot enough to warrant a dip in the river, though by the time we got there it was already late afternoon, and shadows stretched long over the bright water.  The water was vigorously cold, [...]

How the Rain Fell Perfectly on my Skin

19 August 2010

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It is evening.  Dinner has been eaten, and the children are cleaning up, or so we hope, in the kitchen.  The katydids fill the forest with their pulsing chatter.  I’m listening to them, and to Eva Cassidy singing “Kathy’s Song.”  I can’t decide which is more beautiful.  I’ll take both.
Yesterday I picked peaches.   I [...]

The three Q’s

17 August 2010

How does one incorporate joy into math practice, other than the obvious baking of cookies every morning? I’m more of an unschooler than not, but I do believe that self-discipline and daily practice are important.

It Was a Private Conversation

14 August 2010

In eleven days, the esteemed Smoky Joe, handyman extraordinaire, will lumber up our driveway in his big two-tone truck. He will smoke a cigarette he rolled from Bugler tobacco, drink a stout cup of coffee, then begin tearing down the western wall of our house. There will be a huge mess in the house and yard.

Rain, and Other Good Tidings

11 August 2010

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We spent the day at the river with family. It was a micro-vacation. I let myself do nothing and it was good.

Gearing up for another Homeschool Year

9 August 2010

I’ve been thinking about what it means to do something every single day. Our piano teacher encourages her students to practice every day. She told us how a famous pianist remarked that if he skipped a day, he could tell a difference in his piano playing. If he skipped two days, his family could tell a difference. And if he skipped three days, the whole world could tell.

Stalled Labor, Creatively Speaking

4 August 2010

Last night I dreamed that I sent a story I wrote off to a contest, and while it didn’t place in the contest, it did receive positive feedback from two of the judges. One was a handwritten note, signed in a precise and sophisticated hand, and the other was a small inspirational card that looked as if it had been pinned to a bulletin board for a long time, with

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