By author Shari McMinn We live in an age of Pinterest perfectionism — I call it a “Martha” world. We are super busy and too much is expected of men, women, and even children! As a homeschool mom to lots of kids, a long-time farm wife, working...
Unique Learners: Peace through Unity or Isolation?
By Shari McMinn As a parent of a busy homeschooling family, especially one where challenging students can purposely wreak havoc upon best laid plans, I sometimes just need a bit of peace. Sound familiar? I either want to be ALONE somewhere, or have...
Writing Struggles — Unique Learner’s Column
By Shari McMinn It’s firecracker-hot July, a season some have termed “the dog days of summer.” Not only are dogs hot, tired, and panting, but parents and kids are probably also in a similar state! As a farm family for many years, July meant...
Unique Learners: Summertime Family Fun
By Shari McMinn, Whew! The traditional school calendar year is over, so let the real fun begin, right? Summer is the perfect time to relax and enjoy rebuilding relationships that lead to more effective learning during the coming school year. Why?...
Homeschooling Severely Disabled Students
By author Shari McMinn One of the strongest pro-life examples I witness in our society these days is when I see a loving, dutiful parent out-and-about in public with a child who is severely physically and/or mentally disabled. I have encountered...
Unique Learners: High School — Break the Mold
By Shari McMinn Who is more nervous about high school, you or your student? Whether you are continuing with homeschooling your unique learner through the high school years, or are just starting with home education now during high school, there are...
Unique Learners: Pressing Through in Christ
By Shari McMinn I recently heard a biblically-based message on the fall into sin of Adam and Eve. It was no accident or Plan B, in which God had to figure out what to do next. God had it planned from the beginning of His creation of the universe so...
Navigating Dyslexia
By guest author Tammy Kennington, “Mama, I can’t read like the other boys and girls.” My daughter’s face, round and pale like the moon, tilted in expectation as she settled her small frame on my lap. The silence in the room continued. How...






