My son Woody turned six in November of 2011. That would have been the kindergarten year for most kids, 180 days that mark the beginning of the school career. But Woody did his learning in the big, wide, beautiful world, without school being a part of it.

I'm Teresa Honey, and I kept this blog to document this time in my son's life, to share pictures and stories with far-away friends and relatives, and to add ours to the many stories of families living rich, engaging, loving lives with learning happening all the time and in many forms, totally inseparable from every other part of being human.

Here you'll find 180 or so learning moments recorded from August, 2011 to April, 2012 in the life of a 5-turned-6-year-old radically unschooled kid.

Thursday, September 15, 2011


The Wild Thing

Terrible gnashing, yes.
Claws, too, just like
he said there would be.
And plenty of eye rolling.

No wonderful rumpus
will fix things now.

But bed without dinner?
It didn't even work in the book.
No, no.

So  you get down there with your little monster,
and push the wolf suit out of his eyes,
wild and full of needs.

She is glad for the company.
He accepts your offering.

And the moment breaks open
like moon rays through
spent thunderheads shaking their empty fists at the wind
blowing a sweet, familiar smell from
your favorite place.

And you remember what is real:
soup, sleep, holding hands, voices being heard

Then, you want to say

because you didn't know you could even do that, 
exactly that thing, 
when it seemed to come not from your own wits or wisdom 
but rather 
from the desperate corner
of the back bedroom of your heart
and maybe something helpful that you read
one time or another
while sailing in and out of weeks
and across a year.