Rickshaw Unschooling

So, over a year ago, I arranged for Tal to take cello lessons with Corbin. It had nothing to do with cello, although I do love the cello. Ta...

Oh my growing-up boy. He's eleven, now. But he's only eleven. His mind is still open (and may it stay that way!). ...

Today a being who once curled tiny and wriggling in my womb celebrates his eleventh birthday. It was a wild ride, that weekend 11 years ag...

Math with rats at the Phantom Rickshaw. This post is inspired by the recent experience of a girl I don't know - a six-year-old homes...

Hah .    Hah hah haaaa! Ho ho.   He hehehee!   Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!   We sowed oats.   

This weekend we took Auntie Julia, Uncle Keith, and the kids' 3 year old cousin, Evan, up the mountain for some early spring snow fun. A...

These days, Rhiannon would like to be a children's librarian when she grows up. One morning a couple of weeks ago I woke up to this: s...

The red-legged frog we found - photo by Michelle Carchrae . Last week we explored the section of Killarney Creek just east of M...

Every year we celebrate Imbolc, in honour of the early spring, by cleaning out and airing out our house. My mother calls it "Annual...

Young viable Red Legged Frog spawn. NOTE: BEFORE READING THIS, read my more recent post on the issue:   Raising Tadpoles: I was wrong. ...

Long-distance friendships... Skype to the rescue! I have been a non-Skype-user; actually I'm pretty much clueless about a lot of communi...

Rhiannon made a lovely winter campfire this month, with mini-sausages for roasting!

I have sometimes posted my thoughts about the public school system, or (often) said or implied that I think unschooling is better than other...

The winter has been good to us, this year. Our lakes have become skate-able, and for some of us, this is one of the many definitions of joy ...