Right now, I’m remembering early mornings around the breakfast table every time I visited you. You and Bopie sipping cups of coffee while I – one of the few non-coffee drinkers on the Rothrock side of the family – sipped orange juice. As Bopie ate his oatmeal, you would read the daily devotional to us … More Dear Bema,
My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” I kinda wanted to subtitle this “a day in the life of a homeschooler,” but I couldn’t figure out how to add a subtitle, soooo… Oh well. For some reason, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the winters of my childhood. You’ll have to forgive me if I make myself … More Wintertime Memories
My Dear “Kindred Spirit,” Tomorrow is my little sister’s graduation. Oh, stop it… I can sense that look on your face. You’re thinking “homeschool graduation?” and picturing a bunch of smelly, bearded hicks dressed in overalls (with no shirts or shoes) sitting around picking on banjos and whooping it up: “Yee haw! Naomi done gradjated … More Bragging Rights
My Dear "Kindred Spirit," 