Young Adulthood


At the beginning of March

At the beginning of March

How is it that I'm still writing about these kids?

Own it. Like a mother.

Own it. Like a mother.

It seems I've lost my confidence in my myself as my kids have grown older. A confidence I need to re-discover as I leave the nest, post-homeschooling.

Auntie Anxiety and her two am homeschool doubts

Auntie Anxiety and her two am homeschool doubts

Let's call her Aunty Anxiety. And I've come to see that her intentions are good, even if I have to squint real hard to see it.

The point of processing

The point of processing

Two big things are happening in life right now, the kids are leaving childhood and I'm actively preparing to launch a second career. And my writing has been a tool to process both of those changes, to chart the landscape at the unknown edges of my map.

A late summer rain

A late summer rain

They'll choose, and are choosing, their own path as adults. But we chose their childhoods, in the same way every parent does.

Wrapping things up

Wrapping things up

On these late summer days, as blackening red drupes weigh down the chokecherry boughs and the pears hang like pendants on the neighbor's tree, everything ripening and suspended, it feels like a holding year. Waiting for next thing to start, but knowing we won't get there till we finish this first.

As we finish homeschooling 3 kids through high school

As we finish homeschooling 3 kids through high school

I don't have the same sparkly idealism. (It's fun! It's easy!) What I have instead is years of experience that have confirmed what was once just theory - it's possible to do something different with education and to build the kind of relationships I envisioned for family life.