by Stacy Lyn Harris Food is central to life. You cannot live without it. Every generation before us, and everyone after us, will experience the sacred rhythm of growing, harvesting,…
As the mornings become more crisp and the leaves change into colors of autumn, the kids and I enjoy walking and conversing together. “That’s pretty much the biggest tree I’ve…
My kids and I sat on our favorite picnic quilt and enjoyed our family breakfast together. The sun was warm on our faces, the breeze was cool in our hair,…
Recently I was assisting my 44-year-old son Gabe who was doing some upgrade work on NGJ property. As I was dumping a bucket load of creek gravel inside some concrete…
When our adopted children were ages eight, six, and almost-six, we moved to South Korea for my husband’s work. Prior to this time, James, our eight-year-old, had begun homeschooling, but…
I guess you could say Mike built our house using YouTube.com. It is not that he didn’t know how to build a house—he has built several houses in years past—but…
Nobody wants to fail. We spend a lot of energy and effort in avoiding failure. We often associate it with being a bad thing. But what if failure is not…
Growing up, Mama had a system and it worked to bring peace and stability to our large and growing family. Nearly every day when the clock rolled around to 4…
Fifty years ago when Mike and I first started teaching our children at home (illegal at the time), we met with resistance from friends, family, and later from the authorities.…