You can tell a lot about a child by their Christmas wish list. I remember one year, our eldest, an adventurer, wanted mystery books; our #2 daughter, the girly-girl, wanted a tea set and a parasol; our son, guy that he is, wanted a slingshot, just...
In advance of our online book fair beginning next week, enjoy this article written by our very own Mrs. Cross! Be sure to stay in touch with E-News for links and information. The online sale will run April 3rd-28th.
Not my Own by Terry CrossI analyzed this poem with my students one year as we were looking at “shape” poems. They deconstructed all sorts of good things out of it, then one young man piped up, “Didyou see, the “I” is broken?”
This week's Parenting 101 article is brought to you by our very own Mrs. Cross! We are grateful for her wisdom, leadership, and her gift of writing. Enjoy this article and you can check out the previous weeks HERE.
This past spring, one of the assignments I gave my 6th grade students was to write a journal piece about this COVID-19 quarantine. I told them that historians might be interested in what students thought and felt and did during this unprecedented...
Have you hauled out the play-clothes box with the advent of this quarantine? Or have you now created one from old slips, vests, and hats? You may have found yourself captured by the imagination of your children. Here is a piece I wrote, oh, probably...
“You’re lucky, Mom, you don’t have any chores to do.” That complaint was courtesy of my four-year-old whose only responsibility that Saturday morning was to empty three wastepaper baskets. It is true that my four kids were being trained to shoulder...
In raising children there are certain momentous occasions we call milestones. Baby books list things like “waves bye-bye” and “holds cup,” but neither of those were half as significant to me as when my baby learned how to blow her nose. At last I...
You can tell a lot about a child by their Christmas wish list. I remember one year, our eldest, an adventurer, wanted mystery books; our #2 daughter, the girly-girl, wanted a tea set and a parasol; our son, guy that he is, wanted a slingshot, just...
I’m convinced the Lord gave me the privilege of being a parent so that I could observe ridiculous, immature behavior and then have to admit that I might as well be looking in a mirror. Take, for instance, dinner time.
