Rickshaw Unschooling

Such a rich and wonderful day with two groups of Wild Art kids today, that I thought I'd share it as a photo montage. The teen gro...

Looking at bubbles in the ice and a watery landscape underneath. For as long as I can remember, I've been hearing mumblings o...

I'm gearing up for a new iteration of the MAMA Project, including a bunch of new portraits and voice recordings, and probably quite a di...

Some people leave you forever and you don't even notice they're gone. Some give forever as a gift; a promise, and you hold it like...

This is the fifth in a series of foraging-related articles I'm writing for our local bulletin. Re-posted from the Artisan Office Bull...

(AKA granenvrije, graanvrij, glutenvrij, strooigoed en pepernoten) As you're probably aware, our daughter's diagnosis of Hashimot...

A Forest Village is something that happens often in Wild Art. After a certain amount of exploring, kids usually between about seven and ...

Have you ever met any of those unschoolers who, as soon as they get an opportunity, will launch into a diatribe about their kids' misfo...

Photo by Kim Weedmark. My friend gave me this photo a few days ago. She came along as a parent helper with her older son's Wild Ar...

This is the third in a series of foraging-related articles I'm writing for our local bulletin. Re-posted from the Artisan Offi...