Curriculum Corner

Given our current climate with the uncertainty of schools reopening, due to COVID-19, I know that there is already a serious uptick in those who are considering homeschooling this fall. So, I figured now is as good a time as any to list my all-time favorite homeschooling curriculums. Having homeschooled 2 of my kids all the way through high school, I had plenty of opportunities to check out what worked for us and what didn’t. There are so many good resources out there, these days, for homeschoolers. I am only going by what has proven tried and true for our family.

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The Invisible War (COVID-19)

I feel like Elizabeth, daughter of Henry VIII, while her sister, Queen Mary, had her locked up in the Tower of London. Mary had deemed Elizabeth a threat to her crown. Each day, Elizabeth would wake up thinking this would be the day of her beheading and she was only allowed to go outside for a walk if she had special permission from the Queen. Instead of being locked up in the Tower of London, I am under a form of house arrest in my own home. Instead of awaiting possible decapitation (she was not decapitated), I wake up thinking I may die from coronavirus. So perhaps I’m being a bit melodramatic, but I can relate to what Elizabeth (who is my ancestor, by the way, but that is a story for another time) was going through.

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Natural Musings

I adore the log cabin scene on my home page, and I picked it because it perfectly suits my personality. I could totally imagine myself retreating to it at various times, though I would spend far more time outside the cabin than in it. (Unless there were bears around. Which there probably would be. Bears live in the mountains. Not sure how I would handle the bears. But I digress.)

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America’s New War

(This was written in 2001)

Hi guys,

Since the attack on our nation, on September 11th, my e-mail address has been flooded with commentaries, relating to the attack, which attempt to make some sense out of a terrifying, disastrous and, seemingly, senseless situation. Some of the commentary is wise, some of it spiritual, much of it patriotic…but most of it seems to be devoid of a truer and more complete understanding of what has happened to us as a people and what we can anticipate as our destiny.

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Night Sounds

The sliver of a topaz moon                                                                                                                    evolves into a whole.                                                                                                                            Night sounds huddle in their skins,                                                                                          black on white,                                                                                                                                  crawling,                                                                                                                                                tapping at my door,                                                                                                                  dissolving light,                                                                                                                                frenzied in their efforts                                                                                                                      to scrape and bump and grind                                                                                                            till my heavy eyelids flutter                                                                                                                and I leave them all behind.                                                                                                          Light into darkness,                                                                                                                  darkness into blessed light,                                                                                                                  the cycle weaves its web                                                                                                                    and the night sounds                                                                                                                  march to drum rolls                                                                                                                        with the panic in my bed.