Pluviophile: Any organism that thrives in conditions of heavy rainfall. One who loves rain; a rain-lover.  Surprise, surprise… this Oregonian loves rain. And what pairs better with a romantic, gray day than a mug of hot coffee and a good book against the soothing, rhythmic white-noise of rainfall? Nothing, that’s what. Rain is to reading as peanut Read More →

When it comes to Easter, we’re not really bunny and egg folk– though I dig a yolky Cadbury Creme Egg as much as more than the next guy. Still, we have one time-worn tradition that helps set the holiday apart as special: Easter dresses! Easter clothes, now that I have a son. My late Grandma Norah started the fun Read More →

Happy Holy Week! Sunday was Palm Sunday; Holy Thursday, Passover, Good Friday, and  Resurrection Sunday are later this week. Accordingly, for this week’s What to Read Wednesday I’m sharing our favorite Easter book, as well as a few random titles we’ve recently completed. Be sure to also check out the most popular post shared last week, Read More →

We were blessed to take a wee homeschool field trip with some visiting Montana friends recently, zipping north to rendezvous in bustling Portland where we discovered a hidden oasis amid the skyscrapers and food trucks. The Lan Su Chinese Garden is an echo of the lushly appointed parks tucked away within seemingly every city in China. Read More →

Happy What to Read Wednesday! This week we’re talking about Mythology. When we studied ancient Greece for homeschool history we took an epic side journey into mythology, and lingered there for an what seemed like a golden era– during which time we partook of both fictional and historical literature with the gluttony of Dionysus himself.   Rick Riordan‘s the Read More →

Surest Signals of Springtime– Crocus cups and croaking frogs; daffodils, tulips, and cherry blossoms. Babbling brooks, bunnies, and a bevy of birds; creeping caterpillars and clumsy calves. Conflict of compulsions to copiously clean or marinate amid moss and mud.

It’s that time of year again, when nearly every American enthusiastically claims some fraction of Irish lineage. I’ve always believed myself to be of mostly Scottish (by way of Canada) and German descent, but sure as a shamrock this very week my aunt shared some genealogy papers clearly proving my grandmother’s grandmother’s grandfather hailed from Ireland, circa Read More →