I can still remember the day that I quit homeschooling. I was on our cordless phone (this is an old story), pacing in my dining room. I was talking to the woman at the nice Montessori-esque school, and she was walking me through how to enroll my son to start in January. And I’m going…
This is probably not new information, but you are not your best friend. You’re not your sister, your husband, your know-it-all cousin or that lady at co-op who told you that kids who don’t read by age 4 are usually dyslexic. 🙄 And so, you don’t have to be their things, either. What am I talking…
This idea came to me in a place with no space – the front seat of my car. We have a Volvo that sat 6 in 1995, but I’m not sure the way-back seats are legal anymore, so we’ll say it fits 5 uncomfortably. My son rides up front with me, and about 40 percent…
My name is Kara, and I stink at playing. For more than 10 years, this fact has haunted me. It’s the one piece of advice my aunt, who has like 39 kids, gave me: “Just get on the floor and play with them,” she said. And I tried. For years I really tried to enjoy…