Seasons of Joy

Looking for a way to bring peace and joy to your day? Seasons of Joy is my 10-week seasonal guidebook to add rhythm and fun to your daily routine. Each guidebook has ten weeks' worth of circle times, stories, arts, crafts, and handwork, painting, playtime activities and more!
Seasons of Joy seeks to empower families to create peaceful rhythms and routines and joyful celebrations that follow the circle of the year. The blog also chronicles our adventures in living simply, loving exuberantly, and Waldorf inspired homeschooling.



Ere frost-flower and snow-blossom faded and fell, 
       and the splendor of winter had passed out of sight,
The ways of the woodlands were fairer and stranger 
       than dreams that fulfill us in sleep with delight;
The breath of the mouths of the winds had hardened on tree-tops 
       and branches that glittered and swayed
Such wonders and glories of blossom like snow 
       or of frost that outlightens all flowers till it fade
That the sea was not lovelier than here was the land, 
       nor the night than the day, nor the day than the night,
Nor the winter sublimer with storm than the spring: 
       such mirth had the madness and might in thee made,
March, master of winds, bright minstrel and marshal of storms
        that enkindle the season they smite.
-  Algernon C. Swinburne, March, An Ode

Be a Grown Up: Drink your water!

Since this is my year to bloom, I’ve decided every week or so (give or take… I’m not boxing myself in) I’m going to do one of those things “they” say you need to do in order to be a happy, healthy, self-actualized adult. Over this past week, I’ve decided to be really conscientious about drinking the prescribed amount of water.


Why drink water? Well, I researched and the most convincing arguments seemed to be

  • It helps you maintain the right balance of body fluids. Not only does water help carry all the nutrients to their proper homes, it also helps cleanse toxins from your body.

14 Things I Learned in 2014

1. When I put my mind to it, I can fly like a boss. It was my goal last year, to be, as Victor Hugo said, “…like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.” In 2014, I paused, rested, refreshed, sang, and then flew away to the next big adventure. I learned the value of flying and of resting. A billion years ago in college I had the realization that music was made up of both sound and silence, and that without both, you just have noise. Likewise, this year I learned that flying went hand in hand with resting and reflecting.

2015… One little word

Every year I pick a watchword or “one little word” to be my guide for the year. Last year, it was fly, and my year was amazing. I have learned so much this past year, about myself and about the world. I got a fabulous new job, released my children onto the world, made amazing friends, pursued my own interests, and generally had a hell of a good time. Past words have been home, joy, hope, and peace.

Graphic by Graphique on Etsy 

I miss writing…

I write a lot for work, and that’s fine. It’s one of my favorite parts of the job. But I really, really, really miss having this space. I keep waiting for the right moment… the right words… the right reason… and I realize it’s just never going to all be aligned just so. And so, I’m just going to start writing again. Not for an audience—although I hope someone will read—but for myself. See you soon!

On Community

We were born to unite with our fellow men, and to join in community with the human race.

Driving into the center today, I saw some sanitation workers clearing out an underpass on the highway. I’ve passed this underpass every work day for the past seven months, watching as a small group of homeless people have slowly created a community in a pile of rocks. Bags of clothes, sleeping bags, makeshift tents—all organized chaos in the midst of a busy highway, a place that people could call home, no matter how humble. In the business of the city, in the chaos of the world, they created a resting place.

A (brief) introduction to Reggio Emilia

I shared a month or so ago that I am now working at a Reggio-inspired child development center full-time now. I also threatened… um… I mean proposed… that I would be writing a little more about the Reggio Emilia influence on early childhood education. While many readers of my blog might be familiar with Waldorf education, another method that has greatly inspired me, curriculum modeled after the schools in Reggio Emilia, Italy might be less well known.

Summer Seasons of Joy

Summer Seasons of Joy was my very first ebook! Because it was my first, it is the least flushed out. Every year I say I will revise it. Who knows? Maybe this will be the year! Meanwhile, you benefit, as this seasonal guidebook is only $10 instead of $15 like the others. You can read more about Summer Seasons of Joy here or at our blog store. Meanwhile, here’s a rhyme you and your little ones might enjoy!

And here’s a green leaf. (show other hand)

Here’s a bud. (cup hands together)

Crying Infants and Moral Judgments

crying baby As my daughter Katie Grace just had her 13th birthday (happy, happy birthday, darling girl!)and as I’ve been spending quite a bit of time in the Infant Wing at school,  I’ve been thinking a lot about babies and crying and our discomfort with hearing their cries. More specifically, about the moral significance we seem to place on crying babies and the judgment we heap on their parents.

Another update


It seems I’m all about update and not about content lately. But I’m hoping that will be changing soon, as I miss writing. Obviously, this is no longer a homemaking/homeschooling/Waldorf blog, since the children are going to school, I’m working full-time at a Reggio-Emilia inspired early childhood center, and I’m getting a divorce. Some things you might see include

  • music and early childhood
  • music in general
  • early childhood in general
  • comparing and contrasting various schools of thought on child development and early childhood education
  • single motherhood