When I went to primary school way back in the B&W days of no remote control and transistor radios and rotary phones, my parents had little to do or worry about when I headed out the door. In fact, they had little to worry about after school as well because I rode my bike wherever I wanted as long as I got home before dark. Mom made sure I carried a dime “just in case” I needed to call home. It’s slightly different now!
Falling Between the Cracks is an old column of mine, but I thought I’d resurrect it given a recent tweet I read about home schooling. It was an extraordinary and very valuable experience for my son (and me).
I’ve recently become exposed to a secret world. One in which mere mortals rarely can glimpse. This world is populated by strange, passionate humans who apparently see things in a different light from the rest of us. They also reek of happiness and contentment. They appear to be eclectic in their approach to life and their children are like mini Renaissance Men and Women. No, I’m not talking about a cult, Scientology, or even Hollywood but, gulp, the underground world of home schooling!
This is an old column of mine, but I thought I’d resurrect it given a recent tweet I read about home schooling. It was an extraordinary and very valuable experience for my son (and me).
I’ve recently become exposed to a secret world. One in which mere mortals rarely can glimpse. This world is populated by strange, passionate humans who apparently see things in a different light from the rest of us. They also reek of happiness and contentment. They appear to be eclectic in their approach to life and their children are like mini Renaissance Men and Women. No, I’m not talking about a cult, Scientology, or even Hollywood but, gulp, the underground world of home schooling!
