Homeschooling at This Lovely Place

Encouragement and practical tips for homeschooling your children, shared from 28 years of homeschooling experience and graduating eight (so far).

On World War II and My Life

Rendered scene of a world war two ship at sea

We’re studying World War II at our house. So far we’ve read aloud some really good books: The Winged Watchman by Hilda van Stockum The Silver Sword by Ian Serraillier (later editions renamed Escape From Warsaw) The House of Sixty Fathers by Meindert DeJong Next on the list is the young adult version of Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand We’ve watched these movies: The Scarlet and the

#1 Best Idea for Homeschool Lunches


Homeschool families often eat three meals a day together, so “what’s for lunch” is a frequent question faced by Moms. As a member of the team at Hip Homeschool Moms, I wrote about my favorite solution to this daily dilemma: Sometimes it’s the little things. And we forget that one woman’s small tip is another woman’s life-changing idea. Recently a mom thanked me for something

How to Be a Happy Homeschool Mom


As a member of the blog team at HipHomeschoolMoms, I recently contributed this article. It was published in the “Encouragement” category, and it’s my hope that it will indeed encourage you–and maybe gently change your perspective! What comes to mind as you think about your upcoming homeschool week? Anticipation and joy? Dread and frustration? Many of us don’t understand the power of “everyday” in creating

Homeschooling Over the Long Haul


Twenty-seven years and counting….when we started homeschooling with one little kindergartner, it’s a good thing I didn’t know it would be such a production. At the time we had four young children and I had no idea that eight more would follow. As the years have passed, we’ve graduated seven students, with five to go. Here are a few thoughts on how to survive (and

A Day of Grace


It was a bitterly cold, cloudy afternoon. It had been a regular homeschool day, complicated by bad news from the plumber’s visit. Kids had scattered to their rooms and all around the house. The lingering effects of a cold virus threatened to overwhelm me with self-pity. I shuffled into the kitchen to heat a cup of leftover coffee, sniffling and favoring the ribs sore from