Rickshaw Unschooling

If you had never been diving, you might assume that islands float. Then you might learn that islands are, in fact, just mountains poking up ...

I had the great fortune of exploring some of our local natural and historical sites with some 8-13-year-olds this week. Our home was pre...

Earth Day Every Day is a bi-monthly series of essays I write for the Bowen Bulletin, re-published here for fun! ~ Here we are, waking ...

Eleven years ago this very moment, at 10:55 in the morning, my powerful child came swooshing out into the world and I caught her with my o...

This weekend I've been holding a video camera for my son, to help him with a video tutorial contest he wants to enter. I've tried to...

When I first courted my husband, he told me the only thing he had ever cooked was chocolate mousse. So, in an effort to honour his co...

Earth Day Every Day is a bi-monthly series of essays I write for the Bowen Bulletin, re-published here for fun! ~ The aphids, ...

That is a long time. Or a big fraction. To take that point down a bit: In the first 19.7 years of my life, I did a lot of things. Then t...

This article began after a few strangers asked my daughter to babysit, she was unavailable and suggested her more experienced older brothe...

As an unschooling parent and a teacher I am often confronted with this question. People tell me they'd love to unschool their kids, o...

This week's Wild Art Forest Theatre camp is off to a fabulous start! Two days in, the 9 participants have played out all kinds of intere...

It was Grootmoeder's birthday, so the Canadians also participated in the annual cherry pit spitting contest! Adrian won, with a distance...

It all started so innocently. So sweetly. I asked my daughter what she felt about the lovely classroom program I'm hoping she'll joi...

Earth Day Every Day is a bi-monthly series of essays I write for the Bowen Bulletin, re-published here for fun! ~ A couple of sixteen-y...