Building with LEGOs is academic. I have witnessed my boys following complex directions, engaging in problem solving and demonstrating critical thinking for hours upon end as they engage with LEGOs. When we pour two enormous tubs onto the wool rug…

For the past fifteen years, three (sometimes more) days a week my home is transformed to a co-operative home school! It is tricky for a house to wear many hats but ours has become an expert. We utilize every inch…

Taylor began tackling a concerto back in October. The process of moving from notes on a page to music was grueling, not only for him but for all the inhabitants of our home. For the piece to resemble music, he…

Yesterday I followed a a trail of foil scraps to the table. The tape dispenser was snickering up at me. “Oh Søren…what’s this?” “A weapon.” Okay, I have to admit, Da Vinci would be proud.

Cloe was a budding poet from the time she could hold a pencil and has grown into a teenager who poetically describes the value of cultivating imagination. boldness fuels creativitylonging for its sweet honeydreaming of liberationimaginationdrowned in a stagnant poolis…

Today I gave Søren the job of dusting window sills. Quick as lightening. “All done Mom.” “Great, thanks buddy.” About an hour later, concerned by a large slice of silence, I wandered into the kitchen and discovered my son at…

My intentions are innocent enough… Just one click to visit a favorite blog to get a quick nugget of inspiration or encouragement. Then it happens, I see the blogroll beckoning me from the sidebar. Like the promise of a multi-family…

My middle son is an amazing writer, a deft creator of unique characters. He will sit for hours crafting a tale. He usually enlists his younger brother, Søren, to illustrate because he is not particularly fond of drawing. Every Thursday…

Last night the boys camped out in the studio, excuse me, the summertime-Man-Cave. This is the room where my boys are free to explore all things creative from Legos to paint and canvas to hot glue and Popsicle sticks to…

I imagine spending summers with my family at Dalguise House in Pertshire with Beatrix Potter. I imagine chasing Peter Rabbit down a lush Scottish lane. But hoe in hand, all the chopping at clay soil I can muster does not…