I have always wanted to be a great journaler. I used to picture myself in the distant future, thumbing through well-worn leather-bound pages filled with whimsy and wonder from my younger days. Off I would go to the bookstore, carefully picking out the most beautiful and mysterious journal to fill. You know the one with the strong leather smell and the uneven pages with the pretty metal clasp or the…
This year, we started homeschooling our kids, mostly as a way of sticking together as a family. Because of my husband’s job as a professional baseball coach, we move a few times a year. As we began our homeschool journey, I decided pretty quickly that I didn’t want to have a million pieces of paper to organize or endless works of art that would end up in a shoebox (or…
I’m what you might call a horrible journaler. First of all, I never stick with it. I have stacks of half-finished journals around the house. And when I start a new journal, I freak out about the first page. Usually I skip to the second page to begin because what if I mess up on the very first beautifully clean page? I know. But as bad as I am at…