As a parent, when we hear the word "no!" being hurled at us, it is so easy to slip into exasperation, frustration, and overwhelm. In this blog, I cover the "why" behind "no".

Because trying to homeschool without deschooling is like swapping seats on a moving train and calling it a new destination.

Because a one‑room schoolhouse can be a recipe for wonder… or a recipe for wondering what on earth you signed up for. 1. Start With the...

Introduction: As parents, we often find ourselves busy balancing the many responsibilities of daily life. However, one of the most...

Homeschooling can feel like venturing into the unknown, and myths or stereotypes often fuel unnecessary doubts. Let’s explore some of these misconceptions, challenge them with facts, and shed light on the realities of homeschooling.

I am often asked how to navigate tough subjects with our kids. Things like sex, drug exposure, breakups, job loss etc. While I will always say that every situation and child is different, there is a consistent key that will make it much easier to have these discussions. If you can implement it, your success rate and comfortability, will grow considerably. Here it is: Create space for questions and answer them honestly! Begin from the time your child starts asking questions.

We live in a time where everything is streamlined and can be done for you. With AI and social media, socializing and communicating with other people, can be accomplished with quick clicks, buttons, and screens. You can convey your message to hundreds of people in no time (much like I am doing now). I often ask myself, what are we sacrificing for convenience? When computers and artificial intelligence are cultivating and creating your messages for you, how can there be any mea

My parents were the best parents a girl could ask for. They were incredibly supportive. They showed up to all of my sports and choir events without fail. They held me accountable and ensured I would grow up to be a contributing member of society. They sacrificed. They worked hard. They invested in my siblings and I. And even now, they do the same for my girls and nieces and nephew.

When I was 23, I had my oldest daughter. Having worked in early childhood for years at that point, I went into parenthood with a cocky mindset. I had seen or heard about most anything that a parent has to deal with and had long ago learned how to handle all the things, or so I thought. When that sweet bundle of joy was finally on the outside after 22 hours of labor, an emergency c-section, and a failed "birth plan" later, I panicked. I very quickly came to the realization tha

I was raised as a middle child, in a home that values respect, empathy, and courteousness. I distinctly remember when I was about 11 or 12, I was walking into the store with my dad and siblings and my sister made a comment about my ugly outfit or my disheveled hair (I honestly can't remember the exact critique she was bestowing upon me as only a big sister can) and I confidently retorted, "I don't care what anyone else thinks". My dad immediately stopped walking and forcefull

Picture this, you are sitting at your favorite bookstore, perusing the selection. You notice a title that interests you and pull it off of the shelf and settle into the first chapter. You are engrossed in the book and almost to chapter four when a super nice older woman notices you. "Hey that book looks interesting," she says "I think it's my turn to read it". Taken aback, you tell her, "I'm sorry, I had it first, there are plenty of other books to look at”. At this point, a