I’ve been blogging since about 2005, when there were free little scrapbooky online journals. Those posts are long gone now. This site began on Blogger and I migrated to WordPress in 2012. I’m not a techie, but I manage everything myself. I don’t have an assistant. I’m a control freak like that.
My family comes first.
I spent a couple years of almost no sleep, spending way too much money we didn’t have on a blog that makes next to nothing. We tried to build an essential oils business, but the FDA and the MLM company’s lawyers ended my attempts at that when they told me I couldn’t post anything with their brand online.
So, I’m more balanced now. I blog a few times a week about parenting, homeschooling, recipes, our travels, and sometimes military life. I schedule some social media posts that I find interesting and I hope you will too. I try not to be too controversial just for likes. I won’t post clickbait. You won’t find me on Periscope or Snapchat because I’m 40 and I just don’t care about any of that. Some days, I want to delete it all and be normal and other days I’m crying happy tears over a sweet comment that makes me feel like I matter.
Having an M.Ed. in secondary English education never prepared me to be a homeschool mom.
I was a school teacher for almost ten years. I taught English/language arts in grades 6 through college level. I earned a gifted education endorsement and taught ESL, regular ed, and gifted ed students.
I still keep in touch with many of my students. I love them and I am so proud of their accomplishments. I am especially fond of the ones who became teachers because of how much negativity they’re up against.
I’m married to an Air Force medical laboratory officer and we’re excited to live all over the world and soak up history and culture while he serves our country.
I enjoy writing about curriculum and product reviews that suit our interests and biblical worldview.
Why I Write:
It’s always been a natural thing for me to write.
I loved learning to write and practicing in the workbooks or worksheets at school. I remember begging to learn cursive. Then my first grade teacher wrote a BIG RED X beside my name at the top of a paper because I wasn’t supposed to know how to write in cursive yet. She was not a nice person in many ways.
From middle school on, I scribbled in margins while I was supposed to be taking notes in class. I kept poetry notebooks in high school and college and ceremoniously burned them, thinking I was some modern-day Jim Morrison or something.
I had lots of alone time growing up as an only child with older parents.
I was an observer. I was quiet. I was often forgotten and got to hear more than I should.
Someday, when all the people who will be offended are gone, I shall write about them.
I hated reading until I was about 12 or 13 years old. I had no mentors to guide me into good literature. I’m embarrassed by all the time I wasted reading Sweet Valley High and The Babysitters’ Club. I had a really crappy and stressful K-12 education. I was plagued by anxiety, bullied, and often left behind socially and academically.
I’d sit in the back of the room in my English classes in high school and read novels and poetry that were not in the textbook. I still made straight A’s in English somehow. I had a poorly qualified substitute teacher for two years during my junior and senior years of high school because the real teacher had cancer.
So, I didn’t even know how to write a 5-paragraph essay when I got to college. Thank God for Dr. Voss, my Shakespeare teacher, for mentoring me and helping me along.
I took a variety of literature classes that stretched my thinking: Southern studies, women’s studies, Black history, neoclassical (I still shudder at that one!).
I minored in psychology, only a few credits shy of a double major. I wish I had finished that double major or gone on to earn a Ph.D.
I want to understand.
While I write mostly bland articles on the blog about parenting, homeschooling, traveling…other words roil and tumble inside me, waiting for the opportunity to burst out.
I read so many books about parenting, metacognitive guides on writing, classic literature, historical fiction, and poetry.
I still keep notebooks – prayers, poetry, thoughts, quotes.
I have several books in progess – chapter titles and outlines.
Being a perfectionist often paralyzes and the thought of pushing out a mediocre 21-page eBook of no content is appalling to me.
10 Things About Me:
1. I’m an only child.
2. I lived in the same house for my first 16 years.
3. I am proud of my parents for staying together.
4. I’m an Army brat, but my dad was Army Reserve and GS (which is why we didn’t move around).
6. I only have a Southern accent when I’m really tired.
7. My first car was a yellow ’74 VW Bug. His name was Charlie. I still miss it.
8. I began college classes during my senior year of high school and never took any summers off. I began my teaching job right away after my master’s graduation. So, I haven’t had a break since 1993.
9. I’ve had my children’s names picked out since I was a preschooler. I have only one son and another favorite boy’s name is Nicholas.
10. I did not grow up in church or with any religious education. I am trying desperately to make up for lost time.