I am wife to the love of my life, and mother to five lively, well behaved boys. We live in the rocky mountains, enjoying the beauty and freedom available.
Teaching my children, loving my husband, and keeping my home is my career. I am teaching my children to
+ more bio informationAn Invisible FenceTrained for search and rescue, a fence was not an obstacle for Jael. True to her name, meaning mountain climber, she easily cleared our five foot chain-link fence and enjoyed the view from the top of our shed. We trained her to know the borders of our property, which she respected.She gladly ran around our y... More..
Giving GreenThe rolls of shiny paper, intended to be crumpled up and thrown away. Toys, overly secured in their overly packaged boxes; and the profusion of junk that rolls into my home each year. These are the things I hate about Christmas.I believe that the purpose in celebrating this holiday is to spread peace and goodwill.... More..
Making bread is one of the simple pleasures in life. The art is easy to learn, the results delicious and rewarding. The aroma of fresh bread is heavenly. If you have never made a loaf yourself, it is time to learn how!Understanding Bread MakingBread is made from flour, liquid, fat, salt and yeast. Sugar is added to hasten fer... More..
Teaching HistoryWhen teaching history to children, you can inform them of names, dates and empires, insisting they memorize this important information from the past, or, you can do as my mother did, and whet their appetites towards learning.Long before my siblings and I were old enough to understand that there was a time befo... More..
Trading Perfect Bread for My Son's Heart"The exact ratio of flour, water and yeast is crucial to the texture of the resulting bread."This caution, which preluded the recipe, was running through my head, encouraging extra carefulness in my work as I sifted, scooped and measured flour for a new recipe. Just as I finished placin... More..
ANGELS, DEMONS AND ALIENSRiding alone, down a single lane country road, a flash of light caught her eye. She looked around, thinking that it meant a car was coming, but a second flash made her look upward. There, hovering near an abandoned farm house, was a silver, bar-b-que shaped aircraft. It danced to and fro in the mornin... More..
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