A Promise for Families in Transition

A new undertaking has taken over much of my time. Join me at Family Promise to see what we've been up to, in lieu of blogging.

Jennifer and I with Archbishop Gregory Aymond

at the Family Promise Launch and Press Conference.

Constructing cubicles inside the Youth Center, for families in need of temporary lodging
until they can transition back into permanent affordable housing.

I am really not sure why the inside of these blackout curtains vary so much in color. It is a small matter, unless the family is as OCD as I am.

Putting on the final touches before meeting our 13 guests

who will join us for a week of good food and fellowship.

Visit the Facebook Page to see the pics of the Day Center. We have a rocking executive director who not only works with the family to address their specific needs, but also finds alternate accommodations for those who cannot benefit from this particular apostolate.

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Wanderlust

Wouldn't it be fabulous if home educators could receive the same tax payer funding as the public school system? With that kind of money per child, we could go to Egypt, Greece, and Rome while studying Ancient Civilizations. Since it was always more of a daydream than a possibility, we visited those places in our imagination with the help of living books (lots and lots of books) and internet resources. It definitely spurred a wanderlust in all of my children. I think they also an inherited the travel gene from my Dad's side of the family. As a teenager, his father took an unexpected journey as a stowaway on a slow boat to China (literally), which in a VERY roundabout way led to a career in Aruba, where my father was born. As an adult, my dad joined the military and raised his family across the USA, with 4 year stint in Okinawa. Last count I had attended 16 different schools before finishing high school. Don't ask me to recreate that count. My memory isn't what it u...

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Opening Day at Two Fun Camps

After a whirlwind tour of some of Carolina's most beautiful waterfalls, we packed up the teens for a month long stay at Camps Kahdalea and Chosatonga. Dear son was up with the sunrise, so I brought him to the boys' camp first. The counselors had just gathered for breakfast when he surprised them by arriving so early. Luckily his cabin counselor is a friend of the family, and very understanding. Once he picked his bunk and gave his brother a quick tour, we said an unceremonial good-bye.No hugs, no mushy stuff, just "See ya." Then I was off to get the girls moving for opening day at Kahdalea. When we entered Kahdalea, it was like entering the Shire. We were greeted by a babbling brook Passed a vine covered gazebo And fully expected to see Pippin and Meri peak out of this tree, which could walk away at any moment. The girls were especially excited when they were greeted by cheering counselors, like Dear Daughter. Th...

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