A few weeks ago, my seven-year-old looked up from his cereal bowl and asked, "Is there oxygen in water?" That's it. That's how it starts around here. One second we're talking about breakfast, and the next I'm knee-deep in a chemistry explanation about H₂O molecules. And the only reason that moment turned into a delighted "ohhhh!" instead of a shrug and a lost spark of curiosity, was because my little dry-erase board was sitting right on the shelf behind me. I grabbed it, sket

There's a feeling I've been chasing since we started homeschooling. It's the feeling of my grandmother's house. Of a weekend at our little family cottage in Eastern Europe, where the air smelled like wood and tea and old paper.