So I got to thinking {which, in my life as a homeschooling mom of eleven kids, is a good, rare, and dangerous opportunity}, and it’s not lost on me that I don’t exactly fit certain molds. I know. Get your jaw off that floor. It’s true. Now, this doesn’t ruffle my feathers—I rather enjoy it, as I refuse to be pigeonholed. {Ooh. Weird. Unintended bird motif there.} And if I didn’t have blue hair streaks, a nose ring, tattoos, and… Read more »