These last couple of years I have been experimenting with my own health. I have been sickly most of my life – a real weakling, but never so seriously ill that it warranted massive medical attention. Frequent ear infections as a child (and thus frequent antibiotics), atopic-dermatitis, hay-fever etc. My mom took me to the… Read More Experimenting With My Own Health
Man this has been a little crazy! I promised myself to write something every week – but we have just been up to our ears in a tummy bug all week, so it will be short. We have guests from Denmark – lovely people whom we have met on Facebook, fellow unschoolers and homesteaders. I… Read More What A Week!
These days I am knitting like mad! I have hardly knitted since we moved to Spain – lack of knitting friends (eg. http://www.knittingdane.com) and carpal tunnel syndrome made me stop. Then we moved here and we didn’t have electricity most nights, which was when I had most time to knit… and it died down. Well… Read More A Surge in Creativity
I promised someone that once we had water – before the whole water nightmare became ancient history I would write the story – a story that at times seemed like a course. And it wasn’t – because we have water now. Or maybe it was, it was trial, where we could show our perseverance. When… Read More And we have water!
My aunt wrote me a follow-up question to my previous post on socialization, and I will try to answer her in Danish first, and translate my answer in English below (NB – to save time I have used Google translate and only edited a little to weed out the most obvious mistakes). Spørgsmål: “Nu blev jeg lidt klogere… Read More Socialization 2
One of my friends asked me on Facebook – what is your problem with public school, and what do you base that on? Now – this is not so much an post about Unschooling, as it is about school, and it has been hard for me to write, because I promised I’d keep this series… Read More What is my problem with public school?
I was painting windows yesterday Miriam was taking a bath in the zink tub on the terrace My mom was reading a crime novel “It feels like summer holidays in Sweeden”, I say She looks up, “Yes, it’s nice she says” Life is good