chalk&slate

I used to be able to pick up the phone at any old time, dial, and speak. That privilege is no longer in my life.

Cycles are all around us, and as part of our everyday life as breathing. The cycle of homeschooling is not exempt from these natural laws.

We have enjoyed our adventure with Stargate, watching with cult-like fervor, as if it were our own personal Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I told my chiropractor my far-fetched theory about why I thought my back was hurting, and he actually validated it.

My daughter was given an assignment to write about being invisible for a day. I was intrigued enough to write my own version.

The question of nature versus nurture has always intrigued me.

When people hear that I homeschool, the response is, "I don't know how you do it all." But the truth is, I don't.

I just ran the dishwasher. That may not seem like something to write about, but this morning it seems to be.

Every once in awhile, I read a book that really resonates with me.

It is fall now, and has been for a month, but the weather disproves it. Still, it is the season of pumpkins and falling leaves and soup.

This past week has been a study of Vanity and her poor brother, Humility. But braces are a choice on my part.

Sometimes I wonder if worry has a purpose.

There's a popular franchise out there that attempts to help people keep their house clean.

I knew I was in trouble when the body aches started. My husband had just left for a two week business trip across the country.

Sitting in the backyard in the morning certainly forces attention to the present moment.

It is so peaceful in the backyard on a Sunday morning.

Baking biscuits for a tea party with my daughter was an opportunity that could not be passed up. Or so we thought.

Sometimes I wonder if I lost myself along the way since becoming a mother.

The child who could name all the Dragon Tales characters before he was two was having trouble with his color association.

At this time in my life, I am seeking knowledge about my role as a wife and mother. I am conflicted, and I am searching for the truth.