THE IMPORTANCE OF SHARING OUR REAL UNSCHOOLING LIVESby Deb Lewis
I don't know how I could help anyone thinking about unschooling if they couldn't see into my life and as much as it's possible from an e-mail list, see that the words I type are lived out here first, with a genuine kid.
I'm in Deer Lodge, Montana. Anyone can come and visit.
We played at the river yesterday. We threw rocks at floating ice chunks until we couldn't feel our fingers any more. We had a snowball fight. We went sledding. We watched "Attack of the Crab Monsters" and read about dinosaurs. We played Master Labyrinth and chess. We stood on our heads. We made peanut butter and bird seed surprise for the Flickers.
Today we're going to Grandma's house. She's making fresh tortillas and we'll visit with Dylan's uncle because he's flying back to Anchorage on Monday. We'll probably watch a movie there, too. I'll make a pan of fudge to take along.
My real and happy kid says a lot more about unschooling than I could ever
convey by analyzing human nature. If I'm afraid to talk about my real
unschooling life, how will I single-handedly change the world for the