by Rebecca Kocsis I think I’m in a rut. Actually, I’m pretty sure that I’m in a rut. One day runs into another and each one looks just like the last. I get up, do my devotions and rouse the kids (or make sure they’re up). I look at my to do list and realize once again...
by Lisa Lenhoff, Our Autism Pilgrimage Sometimes, on the good days, I watch my daughters playing in the yard. Three beautiful girls. Three of my dearest earthly treasures. I see my oldest daughter. I see her eight-year-old legs, running, barefoot and carefree through...
by Rebecca Kocsis “Now Peter and John were going up to the temple at the ninth hour, the hour of prayer. And a man who had been lame from his mother’s womb was being carried along, whom they used to set down every day at the gate of the temple which is called...
by Rebecca Kocsis The September following my first child’s fifth birthday, I obediently enrolled her in kindergarten at the neighborhood public school. That’s what all good parents did. Public school was the “American way.” At the time, we were a very young family and...
by Carla Earley As homeschool parents, we “sacrifice” quite a bit. Putting aside our career, doing without luxuries, living on one salary, or giving up some hobbies is not considered unreasonable because we know our primary task as parents is to raise our...
