Category: Homeschool

  • Ringing In the Year of the Horse

    Ringing In the Year of the Horse

    Gung hai fat choy!  Last night we rang in the Chinese [Lunar] New Year with friends and a traditional Chinese feast. I intended to snap a photo of the bountiful spread just before we dove in, but we were having too much fun and I didn’t want to be that hostess. (i.e., Myself. These are…

  • In Defense of Video Games

    In Defense of Video Games

    Though I married a gamer, I naively thought  I was off the hook when I birthed him daughters. I should have known better. Our girls love to play video games. Although I certainly don’t understand the allure, I have always maintained that I’d much rather my children engage in interactive video games where they can…

  • 2014 Chinese New Year

    2014 Chinese New Year

    Xin nian kuai le! Chinese New Year falls on Friday, January 31st this year. We are having some new friends over for dinner to celebrate and will serve them some of our favorite Chinese entrees. These are tried and true recipes that are staples in our culinary repertoire. (see recipes below) Moo Goo Gai Pan…

  • Big Sky

    Big Sky

    I love living in Montana. Aptly dubbed, “Big Sky Country”, the 180′ expanse of striking blue sky is clear and bright nearly every day of the year, regardless of the temperature. With our notorious wide-open-spaces, sparser, squattier tree line, and minimal sprinkling of puffy clouds that dot the far reaches of the atmosphere, the sky…

  • Bible Study Dropout

    Bible Study Dropout

    That’s right, I’m dropping out of Bible study. More accurately, I’m not “re-enlisting” this year. Don’t get me wrong, I love Bible Study Fellowship. Last year, our study of Genesis was greatly enriching, and fostered several deep friendships during a time when I was new to town and had no social life to speak of.…

  • Prayer for my Daughter(s)

    Prayer for my Daughter(s)

    Our first-born is turning 8 this month. Eight. No longer a Little Girl… she is, more aptly, a Young Lady. I can readily recall my own eighth year: Tired of stick-on earrings strewn about the house, my parents finally obliged my request for pierced ears. I mastered cursive writing and memorized times tables. My aunt…