poetry
ode to spring break
Hail to you, glorious break of Spring, drawing us outdoors into your warm breath, stretching our souls beyond the formal lessons that can banish our inquiring nature to — death? We honor you, glorious break
a snack-time haiku
three gummy bear rows sticky, almost gobbled up preparing for war.
“Mom, can I be a dancing girl, even when I’m a grown-up?”
All is quiet. But I hear it approaching, her spirit and body tapping on the earth. Smiling toward her toes, she already knows awakening is coming. She leaves her chair to be alone, swaying with
learning at home (and elsewhere)
When friends who don’t homeschool first hear that I do, if they don’t immediately respond with the socialization question (which is merely a polite way of saying, “aren’t you afraid your kids are going to