Rickshaw Unschooling

It's been twenty years since I became a mother; since I went to the spring outside my house full of loss and lost for hope, thinking I m...

There's a rambling little debate going on in my community right now about what kind of mural should go up on the lock-block retaining w...

Discovering a gigantic (and partially slug-eaten) mushroom here in Canada. My first outdoor art class was rather an accident. I was workin...

"We stand at a time of unraveling." That's how this book begins: The Sandbox Revolution. I knew as soon as I read that line th...

The first thing I do when I meet with a new group of kids in the woods is sit down and talk. I like to hear what they're hoping to do in...

This is going to be rather personal. I know in my art that personal story is the best way to reach people; to make art that is real and incl...

Has your kid ever looked at you in earnest, and accused you of causing them problems by unschooling them? Mine has. And it was in that momen...

My little one looked up at me with a livid glare from where she had tumbled into the creek. I reached out my arm and she raged: "I do i...

Rhiannon and the Splash, our cuddly rooster, taking a break from building his new digs. Well I can hardly call it farmschool, since we'r...

It was a bit of a frazzled day, but I was killing it on the home-school Mom front. I had my kids' two best friends arriving at any secon...