I’ve been mighty quiet here lately and it hasn’t exactly been by choice. I’ve been drowning in the minutiae of daily life and it is fairly unpleasant. Like being pecked to death by chickens, it’s not one little thing but all …
I almost hesitate to write this, even though it’s the perfect post for today’s GHF Blog Hop on health and wellness with gifted kids. As a lifelong Cubs fan, I have a healthy dose of superstition topped with hard-won experience …
Tomorrow is March 1, my very favorite day of the year. It’s the furthest I will be from February for an entire twelve months, and even just thinking about it I instantly get a tiny little spring in my step. …
From about age two, A’s questions were not “why?,” but “how’s it work?” He would never accept a throw-off answer, but only an in-depth, well-researched answer with as much detail as possible. When he was three I thought I would …
When I first met Tom, he was the quintessential band geek. For god’s sake, we met at band camp. He ate, drank, breathed, lived all things band and drum corps. He knew the top corps since the beginning of time, …
Once upon a time…ok, four years ago…I said good riddance to anything resembling a New Year’s Resolution and instead picked a word of the year. Something through which to observe, interpret, and respond to the world. A semantic pair of …
No? Yeah, me neither. So instead of a real post (because I’m tired and trying to prep for the NAGC convention this weekend) here’s a picture of the leaves staging a violent coup in our front yard.
Today I’m thrilled to have a guest post from the very awesome Pamela Price of Red, White, and Grew and How to Work and Homeschool. Her first book, How to Work and Homeschool, has just been published by Gifted Homeschoolers Forum …
Well, at least it wasn’t Eeyore. I got called out the other day, and I had it coming. Until about 2009 my default switch was Optimism, and it got me though a lot. It was who I was. Then late …
I’m at Wits End this weekend with the whole fam damily minus Tom, who had to work all weekend and so still has olfactory sensitivity…you’ll see why momentarily. My parents’ weekend home is lovely, tucked away in a little forest …
