Today’s the big day! Writer’s in Residence, Volume 2: Journeyman is available from Apologia, and for a limited time, it’s on sale! This program is available both as a bundled set (student book and answer key) and as a separate student book.
Archives for August 2017
All week, I’ve been writing about ways to not only start out strong this year, but to keep going strong. To know your purpose, bend rather than break, stay in community while showing and receiving grace. To keep your eyes on the prize, rather than the million little daily distractions that can put your sight elsewhere.
In that vein, I think today’s devotion is pretty appropriate.
Over the past decade or so, Apologia has set itself apart as a publisher of high-quality, easy-to-use science curriculum. Its conversational tone, depth of content, and huge array of activities make it an easy favorite.
Over the past couple of years, though, this company has really ramped up its game in other subject areas. Literature and writing are two of them!
We’re a pretty fiercely independent breed, we homeschoolers. We like to take things off the beaten path. Explore the unknown route. Forge our own way, and teach our children to do the same.
Sometimes though, we tend to forget that we’re not actually on this path alone.
Homeschooling is an odd, eclectic blend of rugged independence and tight community. We each do our own thing for our own reasons, but we do it together. In a weird way, our individuality unites us.
I don’t know what the weather is like where you live, but here in Oklahoma, we’re kind of known for winds that randomly “come sweeping down the plain.” Not the gentle, breezy type, but the ones that leave trees laying in your yard and have roofers stopping by out of the blue to provide bids.
Those winds come out of nowhere, act in ways that you can’t really anticipate, and disappear just as suddenly as they began.
Life is kind of like that sometimes.
Do you ever feel that everywhere you look, all you can see are moms that have it together? Their outfit is put together, they’re not rushing, their kids are well-behaved. They can even remember where they parked their car.
Meanwhile, your coffee’s been sitting on the counter for an hour and a half now, you have no idea where your child put his math book, and choosing to wear anything other than yoga pants results in a chorus of, “Oh, are we going somewhere today?”
Or is that just me? (Somehow, I don’t think it is.)