Rickshaw Unschooling

Dolls. I have so many stories. I still have my first dolls, hand-made, two-foot-tall cotton ladies with the most lovely dresses, whom I nam...

Long ago, when my daughter was somewhere in the range of five to eight years old, she came to me during a wilderness outing I was leading an...

Well holy that was an epic day! So epic that I'm going to share this story as a totally crazy yet serious tale of how our medical sys...

Last year when my daughter fell and injured her knee, two members of our community, who happened to be passing by and notice her, helped con...

Or no boundaries. No rules. Nobody telling you your beard is too long. OK, so sometimes people you love tell you your beard is too long...

It's about 30 hours before installation day for my show, and the first properly sunny weekend of the year, which means we all worked...

Today I spent hours trying to make sense of the snarl of information pertaining to my son's science pursuits. Between the many universit...

Just some fun hanging out at the beach this fine rainy April! Markus has been testing various logs to see if there's anything he can ...

This is the seventh (and final) in a series of foraging-related articles I'm writing for our local bulletin. Re-posted from the Artisa...

Our kids love Minecraft, much to my constant annoyance, and they also love surprises. Sooo... we concocted a little (OK - EPIC) surprise fo...

Recently one of my teen groups took an interest in harvesting wild clay, and decided to try refining it. When we dig up...

Sometimes I bring tools into the wilderness for play. Sometimes the tools are conventional, like a shovel and buckets for harvesting clay, ...

These beautiful bulbs from my friend gave us weeks of joy. I come from a family where Valentines day was all about the family. Some of m...

On a nearly-sunny January afternoon, I and a group of Wild Art kids stumbled upon something we'd never seen before: About twenty litt...