This mom home schools her kids so they can take advantage of the great skiing in their mountain village and travel when their dad gets acting work.
We home school. There. I said it. I think that’s why we’re here. Because other than an
independent education, our family is pretty much as vanilla as a family can get.
Mike and I were married in our early twenties and had two children, 18 months apart, by 30. A
gentleman’s family people tell us, one boy and one girl. It’s funny when others pat you on the
back for stuff like that, as though your mad skills had something to do with it. “Yes,” I’d like to
say to them, “my uterus is very discerning.”.
My husband and I (and my apparently amazing uterus) grew up in Alberta. We met in theatre school, fell in love, and upon finishing school, followed our hearts to Vancouver. Then, ten years after putting
down roots in the film industry there, we followed our hearts again to Rossland, BC.
Rossland, as luck would have it, is halfway between Calgary and Vancouver. Halfway between
our extended family and work. Our master plan was cutting the drive in half to get to either end.
We could go east to visit family, or preferably, once the snow flies they could come to us. You
see, it is really quite magical here in the winter, a little bit like Banff, or Whistler—if they were in
It is here in our little mountain kingdom that we home school our kids. And when I say “we” I
really mean me. I home school the kids in town, holding down the fort while Mike works away.
Most of the time. Part of the reason we do do independent learning with the wildlings is that
when Mike is away working for extended periods of time we can also take our vanilla show on
the road. What we’d really like to do is to take our vanilla arses on a field trip around the world.
That’s the plan/dream. Mike will book some crazy cool movie and it will shoot in some exotic
locations abroad, and we will be right there with our math books.