December 29, 2024
I have entered the “losing track of days of the week” stage of Christmas holidays. Not knowing what day of the week it is, not needing to know, not caring, is such a lovely feeling. Ciel and Iris arrive, we are now 9 around the table.
December 24, 2024
Planning and spreadsheets meets the magic of a snowy Christmas on Nova Scotia’s South Shore.
May 30, 2024
The intensity of this whirlpool of experience and emotion has released my ages-old, nebulous, and miasmic fear of failing my children and the more specific fear of the pain (for them and me) of the inevitable struggles, difficulties, and suffering of life.
May 3, 2024
My feminism is a desire to listen and live according to my wild human heart, mind, and body. What this actually looks like is ill-defined; it’s certainly not a program, plan, or anything I would prescribe for someone else. There is no pledge of allegiance in this “ism,” no flag or banner under which I march.
November 29, 2022
Unconditional love and acceptance. A safe harbour. Joy and delight in their presence. A commitment to always hold the space open for the relationship. Our job is to love these children.
September 22, 2022
Doing the work of defining and explaining my values, at this particular edge of my life. Values that grew in the living of them. Values that guided my homeschooling, undergird my mothering, my relationships, and my politics.
June 16, 2022
Compulsory means alienate and undermine students/children from achieving the ends of developing autonomous thinking and action in solidarity-building relationships with family and community. This is both an educational and political stance.