By Lynn, on July 23rd, 2010%
It’s something I don’t have much of these days. Life feels overwhelming at times with things that must be done. As children get older, but aren’t quite independent yet, it takes a lot of driving around, emotional input and consulting to keep them on track and to get them where they need to be.
There’s never enough money, and I hear that from those on the lower end of things to those making what looks to be plenty. It’s expensive to live, drive, eat, shower, stay cool…whatever, these days. It is in all of this chaos that I take such pleasure in little moments of simplicity. And this is coming from someone who thrives on clutter and can’t seem to get settled without tons of framed pictures, varied tins full of old keys and springs and things, baskets filled with children’s books and Victoria magazines, and doll house miniatures sitting all over!
In my “pink room,” the room with pink curtains, a teacup wall paper border, and my favorite purple chair, I like to always keep things clean and (relatively) simple. I sit in my purple chair lately and let my eyes rest on my mosaic table and the very old painted crock full of roses and red.
I let my mind wander to art projects that I need to finish, school planning that must be done — and soon! — and sometimes I just let my mind go blank. Ahhhhh.
Today’s a work day, so I’m scooting over to the work desk now.
Here’s to a little spot where the eye can rest and the mind can let go of a few things everything.
By Lynn, on June 30th, 2010%
I’m in the mood to tell a family story this morning. Maybe it’s because of this emotional transition I’ve been through lately. It has to do with a family name and a memory of a story told to me by a favorite great-uncle. (I had a few favorite great-aunts and -uncles!)
Yesterday I did some more cleaning and purging, loading up four more bags of outgrown clothes and shoes to take to Goodwill. Though I may have missed a few cobwebs, I did some organization and deep cleaning, and I’m very happy with the result. I’m also happy to know in my heart that I’ll never truly be a minimalist. That’s not to say that I have anything against those who are. One of my best friends has a very clean and open living space, and I think she leans more towards minimalism. I tell her every time I’m there that I want that openness and peaceful feeling that she has in her home. She knows who she is.  Anyway, while I’m telling you the family story, I’ll share some pictures of my “organized clutter.” Thanks for helping me not be lost in my mind anymore.
I had a great-uncle named Roy Shepherd. I loved him and I loved his name. Shepherd was his middle name, not his last name. He was a good man and a good influence on me, and when it was time to name my firstborn son, I couldn’t think of anything prettier than Daniel Shepherd. The only problem turned out to be that my great-aunt was a little forgetful at that point and she spelled the name Shephard with an A. So I now have a Daniel Shephard. But that’s okay. It still evokes for me a mental picture of a shepherd and my beloved Great Uncle Roy.
The more I studied the family history, the more I loved this name Shepherd. I came to find out that my Uncle Roy was named after his Uncle Stacy Shepherd. Oh my, another beautiful name! And this Stacy was quite the cutie (I have a picture of him now) and they called him “Stace.”
As I studied more, I was told an even sweeter story. My great-great-uncle Stace had 8 siblings. There was Robert Franklin, Evander Jones (my great grandfather), John Kirkland, William Abner, Artemis, Oscar Thadeus, Jerome Corbett (Romie), and one girl, Julie Elizabeth (Lizzie–and she was a doll!). According to the story, their mother, Foster (yes that was her name), was having a hard time delivering Uncle Stace. The doctor was sent for and apparently was figured to be what saved the day. The doctor’s name? Dr. Sheppard.
Great-great-uncle Stace was named after the doctor who delivered him. As I studied more, lo and behold, I uncovered a census a few years back, and there on the list, four houses away from Charlie and Foster (however far that might have been), was Dr. Sheppard’s name. It gave me chills. I also noticed that the name had changed from Sheppard to Shepherd, and I always wondered how that came about. Did Charlie and Foster take their spelling from the bible? Did they just spell it the way they knew? Whatever the reason, it always made me feel less bad that I, once again, had altered the spelling of this beautiful family name.
I don’t like to think that all of these people are long gone, but I dearly love beyond words the family photos that are left behind and the gatherings that occur yearly to trade family stories and share more pictures and artifacts that have been uncovered. I love the traits (most of them!) that I see of these men in my own sons.
Uncle Roy told me a little story one time and I wrote it in my bible. That was 23 years ago. It’s called Each A Place.
Each A Place
God gives us each a place to fill.
May we be wise enough to know that I can’t fill yours for you and you can’t fill mine for me.
There was a willow by a stream and a cactus in the desert. Each glorified its maker because it grew where its maker put it.
One day the willow was put in the cactus’ place and the cactus in the willow’s. The willow burned and the cactus drowned. After that, the days of each were sad and few.
I’ve often thought of that story, especially when I look at the old picture hanging above of the old Thomas homeplace and those pictured in front of it: my great-great-uncle Stace, my great-great-grandmother Foster, my great-great-grandfather Charlie, Stace’s wife Irene who (very sadly) died young, my great-great-aunt Lizze, and my great-great-uncle Romie.
It’s been good this morning to think again about having a place.
By Lynn, on June 28th, 2010%
I’m lost. Wandering around in my own head. Trying to figure out who I am, who I was, who I want to be, and if I’ve just been tricked all this time into thinking that I like clutter when I really don’t.
I’ve been reading stories on this blog: Becoming Minimalist. You need to go to the tab at the top that says Share Your Story, and you will see a list of stories as to why people became minimalist.
I started reading. I felt so free as I read the stories. It sounded so liberating and like the thing to do. I was compelled to declutter. Coffee cup in hand, I began walking through the house, mentally tagging things to get rid of. Not much was tag-able. Within moments I was overwhelmed. Time for a nap.
Okay. I mean, I can clean out, and I did that recently for the big yard sale, and I currently have a van load of stuff to go to Goodwill, but I’m having a really hard time deciding just how much decluttering I want to do.
I think of how my old farm house must have looked when it was first built in 1921. Just how much ”stuff” did the people have? They had things that were useful, for sure. Farm implements. Things for the kitchen. The closets are small, so I know they did not have a lot of clothing and “junk.” I sometimes think I want this house to look “authentic.” What if I cut back to what would have been here in 1921? The rooms would be sparse. The big windows would look even bigger. There would be places for the eyes to rest.
But that’s insane. I don’t live in 1921. And I require a large desk with a computer, router, modem, endless wires, blah blah blah, to work. I know they did not have an office with computers in it — one for school, one for work, and so on. Their kids didn’t have ipods and game systems and huge backpacks and silly bands and skateboards. There was no A.C. Moore to clog up women’s brains and turn them all into the artists that they truly were all along. So why am I even thinking like that?
I am back to square one. Who am I, really? Let’s get psychological. Maybe it’s a sign of something deeper, like feeling I need more control over my time and my life and my children that are growing up all of a sudden and my “baby years” are totally gone. Maybe that’s it. Maybe I feel like if I can just get my house in perfect, peaceful, clutter-free order, I will have order everywhere else.
Ahh. I think we might be onto something.
I think back to when the children were little. (I believe you can click on this picture to see closer up; you’ll probably just have to press the back button to come back here.) We were visiting friends. I was holding “baby John” who drank a bottle until he was about 5. (I kept telling people to quit worrying, that he would not still be drinking a bottle at 16. He’s 16 now and I was right. So there. And he has straight teeth. And no cavities. Just one of his front teeth was broken in half where Michaela hit him in the mouth. I digress.) Joseph had just sprayed Daniel in the face with a water gun about the time everyone was supposed to say “cheeeeeese.” My best friend’s son and daughter were looking on. It was sweet.
Anyway, I don’t think I was having a minimalist breakdown back then. I was focused on keeping children from sticking things in electrical outlets, childproofing cabinet doors, and trying to get a few minutes alone in the bathroom without a child finding me and asking did I want to play Monopoly or something. I didn’t have the time to think about minimalism. So why am I thinking about it now?
I think I am at more of an emotional transition than anything. I just want order and I’m finding it hard to keep up with the demands of trying to help a 22-year-old son and a 19-year-old son figure out their way through life when they’re not sure what they want to do yet, and a 16-year-old son who still has not signed up for driver’s ed and has a mile-long list of things to do and places to go, and homeschooling my 11-year-old tomboy of a girl who also has a mile-long list of places to go and things to do. I’m trying to balance a job and meals and I’m really feeling the pinch of knowing that the “formative years” are all but gone and yet there’s more real work that needs to be done.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my chldren and I am proud of them all. I wouldn’t trade them.
Now. Add to all of that the fact that I love to craft and paint and I never finish a project in one sitting and my house is not big enough for a craft room, so it seems like everything is always “out.” Nothing ever seems put away anymore. And we won’t even talk about 11 rabbits, a housecat with a brain injury and a beagle who is afraid to go outside and wet.
I’m basically just rambling here – UH-GAN — and realizing that my need to find order is probably just a way to deal with where I am in life emotionally. I’ve heard women say when they were at “my stage” in life that they would like to be dropped off on a deserted island for awhile. I think I’m trying to turn my house into that deserted island.
It ain’t gonna happen.
I’m just trying to make my way down this path I’m on, with the Village of Victorianism on one hand and the Village of Minimalism on the other, and I think I really do like it best in the Village of Victorianism. I like lacy curtains, stacks of magazine, tons of old books, pictures tacked to every square inch of the wall. And I think I’ll craft with wild abandon even yet. The children can just step around the blobs of polymer clay and containers of string and the half-done canvases. After all, I’ve sure dodged enough water guns and stepped on enough Legos.
I’ll just keep straightening and cleaning out from time to time and trying to get control of the “hot spots.” I’ll take what I need from the minimalist frame of mind and enjoy the clutter I have in the meantime. I’m just too tired to try to become something I’m not at this point in life. My poor mom knows what a packrat of a child I was, but I have enough of her in me to keep my clutter organized. Maybe I’ll start my own movement. The organized clutter movement. And anyway, The Standing and Staring Club would be null and void if I got rid of everything.
Whew!! I’m glad I’ve got that settled!
By Lynn, on June 24th, 2010%
You’ll be glad to know that I do take my job as a “chef” very seriously, even on the days that I pretend like I’ll be unwilling to cook.
This is one of the things we had last night, a vegetable dish that is so good! I’m trying to get more vegetables into my family, especially Thomas who does not like “plain Jane” salads, and this is something that Thomas thinks is fantastic! It is especially good when you start getting fresh vegetables from the garden.
Mediterranean Salad
One red bell pepper
Two medium tomatoes
Two medium cucumbers
One medium can of sliced black olives
Feta cheese to taste (a lot is good )
*Dressing
Cut raw vegetables into bite-size pieces and place in a large bowl. Drain the black olives and add them in. Add feta cheese to your liking. (Trader Joes has a really good feta cheese with herbs already added in — Crumbled Feta with Mediterranean Herbs.) Toss with dressing to taste.
*For the dressing, I mix olive oil, lemon juice, and herbs from the garden such as fresh basil, and a clove or two of garlic pressed or cut up. I put all of this in the food processor and mix it well. I usually mix up about 1/2 a cup of olive oil and two or three squirts of lemon juice from a plastic bottle. Yes, the bottled kind. Please note, you DO NOT need all of this dressing at one time. I just make a bit extra to stick in the refrigerator so that I can make another salad with it sometime during the week.
Today’s a busy day! Swimming. Getting ready for work tomorrow. Thinking of supper — all over again. Bill paying. Where do the weeks go!?
Enjoy this day.
By admin, on June 2nd, 2010%
Do not hold your muffin pan over the floor in front of the refrigerator to spray with Pam cooking spray.
Repeat. DO NOT hold your muffin pan over the floor in front of the refrigerator to spray with Pam Olive OIL cooking spray.
Especially when hubby is about to head to the refrigerator to get a snack. In slick-bottomed flip-flips.
Safety Tip #2. Do not laugh when hubby’s flip-flips make contact with Pam.
By admin, on May 30th, 2010%
I’ll be to the point. Food. Or, if you prefer, meals. How about groceries? Stocked pantry? Do you cook? Will you cook? Is there anything to eat? Anything?
Putting meals on the table has been a personal struggle for me over the last couple of years. I won’t tell you how many days my husband has come home from work and has had to help get supper ready. I won’t tell you how many times over the last year there was more canned cat food in the house than actual human food. Well, I couldn’t tell you even if I wanted to. I’ve lost count.
In years past, I’ve allowed myself to get carried away at the homeschool conference. The bookfair is huge! This is looking out over one side of one half of the book fair. In the past, I’ve bought too much with too little thought. It’s easy to do.
This year, however, I went in with a very clear thought in mind: I only want a couple of gems. I don’t even need anything tangible. I don’t have to spend anything. I want a couple of things that are really for me. Give me pointers! Give me one or two things to work on to really make our homeschool better.
I got ‘em! I really did!
In choosing which speakers to hear, I was torn. They all looked to be good. But I could only pick one for each session.
On Friday at 2 p.m., Vicki Bentley was giving a talk called Organized (Well, Almost!) — Time Management for Busy Moms. There were 7 other talks I could have chosen. I thought about this: I already work AND homeschool. I have four children and a husband. I garden and paint and craft. What can she say that I have not already covered on my own? (Pompous of me, I know, but I’ve just been doing this for so long!). I decided to go have a listen anyway.
I got seated, took out my planner to jot down some notes and reached for my pen. I didn’t have one with me. No pen. Really? And I’m a homeschooling mom at a homeschool conference? Yeah, I needed to be in that talk.
She suggested many things that I needed to hear. Simple ways to maintain a to-do list, tips for not forgetting things. She was funny. She was a good speaker. But she hit on food and I just hung on every word.
The subject of food was not the bulk of her talk, but it is my current weak area, so I tried to commit to memory (no pen) what she said. She mentioned doing ahead whatever you can. She talked about buying in bulk (meat for example) and going ahead and making more of what you need — one for now, some for the freezer. She talked about rotating menus. It was very funny (and I’m paraphrasing here) when she said that your family won’t mind having the same thing today that they had one day last week. They won’t even remember it. Especially if the alternative is not eating at all, then they won’t mind a bit!
She said that if you fail to plan, you plan to fail. How can something get done if there was never a single thought as to what would be put on the table each night. It is vital here that I give it some thought ahead of time, especially since I work.
I left her talk committed to doing better in the meal department. And guess what I found when I went back down to the bookfair?
Beautiful placemats. Gorgeous placemats! I was amazed, especially since I had looked at a similar, lesser version in a department store recently wondering if it would kickstart our family mealtime again and then not bought them. This time, I bought six of them. They are wonderful, heavily laminated placemats to set our table with each night — Michaela’s job.
I want to get back to making mealtime a consistently looked-forward-to time where we talk and enjoy eating. No more hiding under my desk when Thomas gets home because there’s nothing to eat! Except catfood.
The table of the elements placemat. I’m particularly fond of this. I just think the elements are cool. It’s been a long, long time, but I enjoyed chemistry in college.
Thomas and I both love early American history. This will be nice suppertime conversation as well. Makes me want to go back to Yorktown.
The plan? Here goes.
Prerequisites: Shop sales. Buy in bulk. When making something, make extra. Keep the pantry and freezer full.
- plan a week’s worth of dinner menus
- write each one on an index card
- look at the card each morning and do whatever needs to be done to have it ready. (We will be doing a LOT of crockpot meals.)
- keep the cards in my little makeshift menu box
My goal is to have four week’s worth of meals on notecards so that a meal is not repeated until the next month. It will hopefully add some ease to my week to take 7 notecards out shopping and then use them during the week. It will hopefully add ease to my month to cook extra and put things in the freezer. It will hopefully add ease to my day to know exactly what I’m cooking for supper that day.
Michaela helps make meatloaf for the freezer.
Right now Food Lion has ground chuck on sale for 1.97 a pound. We eat a lot of venison, but I could not pass this deal up. I bought several value packages and made a meatloaf for Sunday lunch. I made two more for the freezer. Food Lion also had large bags of frozen broccoli cuts, so I got several of those.
My first menu card:
meatloaf (page 35) — see below
broccoli cuts (frozen)
mashed potatoes
gravy (from mix I get at Sam’s club–Thomas likes it)
I modified the recipe a tiny bit (minus one ingredient) but here it is:
Crockpot Meatloaf
2 lbs ground beef (I used ground chuck)
2 eggs
2/3 cup quick oats
1 pkg dry onion soup mix
1 tsp ground mustard
1/2 cup ketchup, divided
1. Combine gound beef, eggs, dry oats, dry soup mix, ground mustard and all but 2 Tbsp ketchup. Shape into loaf and place in slow cooker.
2. Top with remaining ketchup.
3. Cover. Cook on low 8-10 hours or on high 4-6 hours.
This meatloaf was a huge hit! And so easy! It’s from one of my favorite cookbooks!
Fix-It and Forget-It Recipes for Entertaining
One of the final points of Vicki’s talk was this: “I admonish you ladies to get off the computers.”
There was a very acknowledging sort of laughter throughout the room. It’s true. The computer can be a huge time waster. You can sit down with the intention of being on for 15 minutes and the next thing you know, 2 hours down the drain. And we wonder why we’re behind in our housework.
I’ll let you know how it goes! There’s chicken thawing for tomorrow and two clean crockpots ready to be plugged in!
By admin, on April 27th, 2010%
First of all, I had quit drinking coffee. And I had been really good at staying away from coffee, if I may say so myself! I first quit coffee a couple (maybe 3 now) years back when I had a breast biopsy that, thankfully, turned out to be benign. It was during the time without coffee, however, that my thyroid failed. So I started thinking, perhaps moderation is the key in all things. I have always, since I was young, LOVED coffee. I easily gave it up because my concern about the dangers of it outweighed my desire to have a cup at a certain time in my life. In the past few months, though, I’ve started enjoying a coffee now and then and I feel all the better happier for it. There’s even news these days about the benefits of coffee, so with moderation I’m enjoying coffee again.
I’m not sure I needed to say all that just to tell you I’m addicted to mocha frappes, but anyway, it’s out there now.
It was so innocent. A McDonald’s coupon. A trip through the drive-thru with Michaela on a fieldtrip day. Who knew? After a few days I realized that I could pay off my mortgage early with what I was spending on frappes. (You see, I let my family taste a frappe too, and now they were all wanting one. At $2.79 x 6, well, you get the picture.)
On the advice of some on-line friends, I began to make my own!
- Frozen cubes of coffee (sweeten it to taste before you freeze it)
- Whole or low-fat milk
- Chocolate syrup to taste (I like a lot)
Mix in a blender until icy and well mixed. Pour into a cup. Top with whipped cream and more chocolate syrup. Yum. 
Moderate in all things, including moderation.
By admin, on April 17th, 2010%
Yesterday morning during my time in the garden it struck me that the roses are really beginning to bud and bloom. They’re so pretty. In all of the old art books that I have, featuring paintings by many of the masters, and in many old literary works (Shakespeare comes to mind) the rose figures prominently. No wonder.
The bloom above is on a rose that is growing up a wall about 6 feet and then arching down. It’s only three years old so it’s not so big, but it is covered in buds, with just a few actually in bloom.
The carpenter man was in agreement with me that I needed my own garden hose for my front yard gardens. The hose is skillfully placed just on the inside of the garden walls so that it’s not so visible, but it’s easy for me to walk out, get my nozzle and start filling up birdbaths and watering seeds that have been started.
As petals begin to fall, I catch them and collect them for bags of potpourri that get added to all year long. I keep a large tray out at all times for drying herbs, flowers and orange peel. Once dry, scoops of the potpourri go into bags that I keep in linen clothes and clothes drawers.
It’s a work day for me, but I love that I have some liberty to start work when I want to each morning (within reason), and that gives me time in the garden, with my pets, and lately with my loom experiement.
Enjoy this day.
By admin, on April 15th, 2010%
Last year I was fortunate enough to have a huge stand of lamb’s quarters in my vegetable garden. I typically have some lamb’s quarters, but last year I had quite a few plants in the vegetable garden, as well as a plant or two that actually reached over 6 feet tall. The largest ones produced a lot of greens and then I let them go to seed on the perimeter of the vegetable garden.
This year I was thrilled to see all these little lamb’s quarters plants springing up along the fence of my veggie garden. Talk about early spring greens!
Also planted in this bed are the vegetables that Michaela planted earlier: her spinach, turnips, and carrots. So far everything is growing together wonderfully! I think, of course, that the bunny droppings mixed into the garden soil have a great deal to do with how well everything’s growing.
Lately we are harvesting fresh lamb’s quarters every day for greens as one of our vegetables at supper, so the plants are not becoming overwhelmingly tall and crowding other things out. I do think that at some point soon, as the plants get thicker and do gain more height, I’ll need to thin them, but for now we are just so thrilled that the lamb’s quarters has decided to grace our garden in such abundance! Once they need to be thinned, the bunnies will love getting what we cannot use, not to mention I’m sure we’ll eat much of what we thin out.
Washing the greens I picked:
- lamb’s quarters
- a few mustard greens
- a few spinach leaves
- dandelion greens
How did I cook them? First let me say that we had bacon tonight with our supper. Dearie me, I do know that that’s not the healthiest meat to offer your family, but I cooked one 12-ounce pack of center cut bacon to share between 6 people. The main thing I wanted from it was about a tablespoon or two of the grease to go in the greens. You cannot imagine how good they are. Let me repeat. You can’t imagine how good they are!
I put the greens in a large iron skillet, add just a bit of water — 1/2 a cup maybe, and the bacon grease, and put a lid on. I get it really hot and then simmer for maybe 20 mintes while everything else is cooking. You can’t imagine how good they are! Did I say that already?
Tonight for supper we had rice seasoned with fresh rosemary, oregano, and thyme from the garden in addition to a couple of small wild onions from the yard. I just put all the herbs in the water that I was going to cook the rice in. We had pinto beans cooked with chopped onions and rosemary. We had our mixed greens. For dessert we had canned peaches. Oh, and the bacon. I nearly forgot.
The total cost of this meal was SO reasonable.
- greens — mostly lamb’s quarters, so mostly free
- bacon — 1.90 (buy one get one free)
- rice — what, about 50 cents?
- pintos with sweet onion — about 1.00 or 1.50
- can of peaches — around 1.50
Lamb’s quarters is considered a superlative green. It has a very mild taste. It is rich in vitamin A, C, B1, B2, niacin, calcium, potassium, and iron.
By admin, on February 6th, 2010%
Hasn’t it been fun? Well, it has for me, sharing fun thrift store finds and reading all of your very kind comments! Today will be the last day, and tomorrow a day of rest from this fashion adventure.
Can you tell whose baby Annie really is? I love this little puppy, in spite of her, uh, inability to understand that her bathroom is OUTSIDE. We will get it straight one day, though.
I love the dress pictured above because of the corset-type tie in the front, and there is a repeated exact tie on the back. Oh, I do love it.
Dress 4.00
I am closing with just one picture showing the beautiful detail of one of my current favorites, because I think beauty is in the details. We fall in love with people as we find out their little ways and peculiarities — their details. Much of interior design is in the details. There are detail shops for cars.
When I go out shopping, I shop for things that make me happy and that I can make a connection with. I also shop for functional things, obviously, because I’m buying clothes, but if I have to choose between a drab gray overcoat and a soft pink one with a pretty charm hanging from the zipper tab, guess what?
Thank you all so much for having fun with me this week!
Today’s a work day. It’s snowing here today. Again. I told Thomas spring was right around the corner. ”Six weeks,” I said.
“Where’d you get that idea?” he asked.
I was picturing the little groundhog and knowing that he had seen his shadow.
Thomas interrupted my beautiful thoughts and said, “You know they’re comparing this winter to only two others like it over the last 100 years. This winter’s gonna go slam through March.”
Was he kidding?
Oh well.
PS - Tanya, just for you…
It does have a great twirl effect!
And Ginger, the skirt yesterday is 100% polyester. I checked this morning.
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About Lynn
I am a 40-something-year-old mother of four delightful children, have been married for 22 years to my carpenter husband, and live in a 1921 farm-style house. I find the most joy in my garden, growing and harvesting herbs and flowers and caring for our pet rabbits.
I have a 21-year-old son, a 19-year-old son, a 16-year-old son, and a bright and bubbly (and very funny) 11-year-old daughter who is homeschooled.
I'm a North Carolina girl and I love sharing North Carolina links and information. I'm a book lover, bird lover, gardener and aspiring herbalist. I seek no help for my thrift store addiction. I do medical transcription from home part-time.
The Players
Mom and Dad
Daniel
Big Joe
John
Princess of the Universe
Annie
Oreo
Coco
Basil
Midnight
Boomerang
A Pond of Goldfish
My Symphony
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.
William Henry Channing
1810-1884
Contact Me 
I would  for you to leave a comment, but you can also e-mail me at lynn AT thehealthyhomeschool.com
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