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I love a good "a ha" moment. That magical time when information comes together, as if what you have always known deep down is now confirmed through new experiences. Just the other day, I was grading my son's math test and realized he scored a grade worthy of needing remediation. I sat down with him and we began to go over the questions he missed. That's when it happened! I realized in that moment that my son and I were truly pursing understanding, not a grade. There wa

Over the years, I have felt unqualified, underqualified and disqualified in the area of literacy and this sense of inadequacy came from not remembering how I learned how to read. How can I teach something I don't remember? I am so thankful for supportive curriculum and people way smarter than me, to lead the way. In this blog, I want to let you know that I have felt the pressure and responsibility of teaching young humans to read, and I can honestly tell you today that its

Homeschooling is definitely like tug-o-war: constantly trying to win our kids to our side. It's 10:30 am and my middle schooler is falling apart. Let's define "falling apart," emotionally. Falling apart consists of an outward expression of an inward losing battle going on in a child's mind. Symptoms may include wide, angry and/or watery eyes, a red face from holding his or her breath, clenched fists, and outbursts of talking an octave louder than normal. The workbook being

Disclaimer: standardized tests are required for all students in a public school, including charters. If you don't like them, leave. Who hasn't heard from a teacher that their child is behind? This was my personal experience for years! Every testing season I was constantly being reminded of how I was failing as a homeschool mom. I was not told that directly, but I am sure the test scores said it all. I used to sit with my boys as they took the required standardized tests.

Where are my leaders at? My hands are "not raised" at this question, but are around my back, clasped tightly together. I am a natural follower. Not in the sense that if everyone was jumping off of a bridge I would too, but rather I follow the outcomes of other people's decisions. In 2011, I gave birth to my first born son, while at the same time, a dear friend of mine was considering sending her five-year-old to kindergarten. Huge firsts for both of us; however, I had am