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.

Sunday, December 25, 2011


It's Christmas, early afternoon as I write this, and we have been playing all morning with toys and games. This is the first year we are not spending Christmas with Nana, my sisters, and the cousins in Central Florida. We are holding the high energy of the day ourselves, Daddy Honey and I. It's a different sort of holiday, steadier and more focused, less rambunctious and diffused.

I forgot to get the recipe for my mom's delicious breakfast casserole, so we made do with eggs, bacon, and biscuits. Biscuits are the second best thing I bake. The third is cornbread, and the first is chocolate chip cookies, two dozen of which are cooling on the rack as the boys discuss the aunt-gifted Playmobil vikings placement in their fort. And I am casually picking up pieces and covers and socks and stuffed animals around the house, trying not to disturb the pleasant flow of play and conversation with my tidying.

Nana bought the boys a set of soft horseshoes for Solstice, but we hadn't gotten a chance to play yet since it was so soggy. But yesterday morning, Woody ran in to wake Daddy Honey first thing, and before breakfast (but with a first cup of coffee), they got in few innings. While Daddy Honey got his shoes on, Woody and I looked up how to keep score, and we learned the history of the expression "Close on counts in horseshoes and hand grenades."

And finally, we had a few breakfast guests who happily pecked at the pinecone bird feeders we made with new friends on Friday as well as the sourdough loaf I forgot about and left rising and then drying out into brickness in the oven overnight.