Someone thinks so.  I’m guessing the target audience would be People Who Can’t Google.  I shouldn’t be surprised as I’m sure someone has been dumb enough to pay the guy/girl.  Fools and their money are easily parted, a fact that has been exploited by many, many people throughout history.  Since the dynamic of the Internet has shifted strongly towards the free & open, I dunno how this person can compete with the laundry list of advice available via Google, but I suppose beer & pizza money isn’t a bad thing.

Summer’s post over at Mom is Teaching (a few months back), regarding sexual assault in schools, reminded me of a topic that I’ve been meaning to write about for awhile: the real risks parents take when they send their kids to school on the school bus. As a homeschooling family, this is yet another risk that we thankfully don’t have to worry about. But I am still dealing with the psychological ramifications of my own experiences on the school bus, and I see my nephews being confronted with …

As my family drove by a school yesterday, on the way to pick apples, we saw an elementary school, all the little 5-year-olds lined up outside. I had my customary fear reaction, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath. Boy, am I happy that my son isn’t going to school! Arp looks, smirks, and says, “Federal Dis-attachment Center.” Not only is my husband witty, but he was underscoring something that has been on my mind a lot lately – how parents are discarding their own attachments …

I keep asking myself that. I’ve had a terrible urge to do it a million times, but it never seems to happen. I think it’s because we’ve been living. Which is great. I mean, I’ve been having all this needless anxiety lately about the fact that M could very well be starting kindergarten, but isn’t, of course. But when I look back over the last several weeks I realize that we’ve been doing a lot. So why would we even need school? We …

My neighbor’s child, Z, age 11, takes a trip to the library with M and I the other day. We spend about 45 minutes at the library, and Z wanders around and doesn’t pick out a single book. M get’s a stack together that is about 24 inches tall. Z is shocked that we would pick out so many books at the library. Z then tells me that every single book he reads is boring.
Z says: What usually happens is that I’m assigned a book, I …