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Normally when someone asks, "What school do you attend?” they expect a reply similar to “I go to P.S. 103” or “I attend Maple Grove Christian School.” They do not, in most cases, expect the response “I’m homeschooled.” In fact, for the few non-homeschoolers who have heard of homeschooling, some consider it as a cult. Despite this, every Christian parent should prayerfully consider homeschooling their children.

The baby in the cradle
The woman in the shawl
The man in the armoury
The ghost in the shroud

The cradle under the baby
The shawl from the woman
The armour of the man
The shroud in the ghost

The girl in the shadows
The man on the edge of his chair
The lady who can't remember
The boy afraid of the dark

The shadow in the girl
The edge of the man
The remembrance of the lady
The dark afraid of the boy

She scooped the cat food from the can And told him of her love He cooed to her in pleasant mew A feline morning dove

She leaned against the countertop Hip-checked stale air away And cast her eyes to the can in her hand Scared of what he’d say

His reply came nigh like he’d promised A gentleman true-to-word She held her hand over her heart A duly chastised girl

Because breaking — it was breaking Right there beneath her hand The beats ceased with her breathing Betrayed by love’s cold hand

THE journey to Rome was most adventurous for Titus. It took several weeks at sea and Titus, being a Greek and living by the Aegean Sea, was an expert seaman. His father was also but Lampon and Deucalion were usually found having their breakfast and supper pouring into a bucket.

Fat Mary And the Candy Stand

1. Fogging Up the Bridges
Sometimes I feel like I'm the fog, just steaming up the windows and blocking the bridges, you look through the uncertainty and I just blend in, you don't think that there is anything special waiting for you. 

2. Old Times
Forgotten crinkling eyes meet the smell of stale coffee windy days are longer close the door to keep out the dust we can seal our lips and keep them closed 

Have you ever set out to do something and then realized it was completely wrong for you?

I'm at the point in my life where I feel the change. A gradual shift; one that means growing up and maturing--making my own money. Driving a car, which I'm in no great hurry to do.

But I did think I was ready for a job. I had my first interview a couple days ago, and it went well. I told them I wanted to work there because I loved the atmosphere. I was in my element. That would translate well to my work.

TITUS awoke from his deep slumber. He took in a deep breath of the salted air. He could hear the waves, as they fell upon the rocks. Even though he lived more than hour from the sea by walking, the sea seemed to surround the whole house.

As soon as his eyes were used to the brightness of the early morning sun, shining through his window, he saw his little five-year-old sister’s face. Zoe had her father’s light hair and her mother’s dark eyes. She seemed to be smiling for eternality until Titus stated:

“Yes, Zoe?”

Chapter Two.

I spin, sitting in the silent fish smelling office. I hate it here, I always have. It’s a small, crowded office with damp salt air which feels strangely stuffy. I feel the moisture stick to my clothes and my skin as I swivel around and around in my chair, going over times, dates, and schedules for fishing trips, shipping and more.

Everything is stagnant.