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.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011


Today was "crik stompin'" day. We met a friend, Joy, and her little boy outside of town and hiked down to the edge of the creek underneath highway 45 just after lunchtime. We found fresh tracks in the mud right off; plenty of raccoon, dog, and I think squirrel.

It was sunny, and I had forgotten my water bottle, and Fox was tired and grumpy, but the other two had fun throwing stones and squishing toes in the water.

After about 30 minutes Woody came over to the blanket to tell us that he'd found a dead lobster in the water. So we walked over, talking about the various names for crayfish: crawfish, crawdaddies, crawdads, when we spotted in the water the monster that he was telling us about.

No wonder he had mistaken it for a lobster! It was four times as big as any crayfish we'd seen in Florida. It was good and dead, but Joy--fearless woman! (She had gently scared off a nearby water moccasin when we first arrived.)--reached in and picked it up so we could examine it closer. It was beginning to stink a bit, but I appreciated that we were all able to get a good look at that impressive claw.