Maternal love is the first agent of education.
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How to Lead Your High School Student
“[the mother] never lets the matter be a cause of friction between herself and the child, taking the line of his friendly ally to help him against that bad memory of his.”â Charlotte Mason, Home Education, pg….
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Desolate ¡ Discomfort ¡ Dwelling
The season of Lent began quietly in our own home â a reminder of our brokenness and our need for Godâs graciousness. I never expected what I would be going through in the next 40 days, but…
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Great Work ¡ Great Call ¡ Great Joy
There are weeks when I can ambitiously accomplish many tasks, and then there are weeks I can only let spontaneity take charge and my ideas to freely sow. This monthâs writing comes early because I am leaning…
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The Dying Pointe Shoe
I came across some of my old poems the other day and decided to revise this one: A shoe in sorrowWeeps in winter, knowing neverMovement no more; old and brokenDust-choked, desolate, done.Sagging satin, stale and shabbyLong forgotten….
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A Ride through Sun-Soaked Hills
High above a sun-soaked hillThrough the meadows wide and stillUp and over grassy daleHoofbeats past a winding trail. Glossy coat and flowing maneTrotting down a rolling laneIdle dreams of yesteryearsWhisper softly in my ears. Riding through the…
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Upon a Winter Morning
Frost upon a windowpaneShards of light in ice-cold blueFrost upon a dappled skyA brilliant bitter hue. Icicles hang from branches bareCrystalline buds of fairylandMist of morning, mist of day,Held in winterâs velvet hand. A spider spins its…
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