"MOM!" sobbed The Hare, clutching her right hand, "Something is wrong with my finger." We had a houseful of people for Easter, our second annual taco bar potluck dinner with two other gymnastics families. The kitchen was piled high with half eaten plates, empty glasses, raucous laughter and genuine conversations. Six girls had been in … Continue reading There really is no “I” in team
Home schooling just seemed weird. Not normal. I pictured families with 20 kids, living on farms, who argue via Bible verses, sew their own clothes and participate in food co-ops. Home schooled children must have awkward social skills, skewed ideas of gender roles in society and a limited ability to work well with others. They … Continue reading But she seems so normal.