Color Me Kooky

And other thoughts on home educating

I’m sitting at my desk, an old wooden kitchen counter with a single drawer in the middle of it, on a wobbly wooden stool that I found in an abandoned dusty garage underneath a small pile of cobwebby broken tools. There are, of course, piles of papers on either side of my desktop. To the left: magazines I want to savor (Feel Free, Taproot, and Permaculture), notes I wish to revisit from the G3 and WAPF conferences, and plans for my gardens and house. I’m not counting the tissue box, a refractometer, and a plastic kids’ recorder. On the right: bills to pay, Ruby’s therapy ball for her eyes, and because I’m a word nerd, a book of American-English Usage, and The Oxford Book of English Verse. I shoved all of this aside yesterday morning to make room for a YouTube interview regarding my newest book release, Slow Schooling (affiliate link).

Obviously (or it soon will be), I am not polished. My desk is in a five by six foot corner of the pantry (covered up by a child’s twin size bed sheet), an…