HomeSchool Mom of 8


Category - Artistic Creations

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January 27, 2016

Homeschooled Video Producer

This film was one of Joel’s more professional looking productions. While a Homeschooled senior, Joel and other teammates had the privilege of working on this video at the Light House...

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January 27, 2016

Homeschooled video producer

Joel Brown, a homeschooled senior help to produce this film during a class taken at Light House Studios of Charlottesville, VA.  Being able to assigned senior credits for this class...

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January 27, 2016

Homeschooled Video producer

Homeschooled youth can explore their passion for movie production while still in highschool.  Through hands on learning from some of the best active producers and teachers in Charlottesville.  Our son...

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January 26, 2016

Learning Animated Film making at Light House studio

While a homeschooled senior, my son David learned to produce animated film at the Lighthouse studio in Charlottesville, VA. This film required David to sketch hundreds of drawings before assembling...

twin women

March 21, 2015


The lost strength, The strong will, it once possessed. The body. Now the mind must silently suffer all that was. And now, All that is, Reality. A once towering force...

March 21, 2015


The Fingerprint Like you, I am a little bit shy Walking in the opposite direction of most strangers, You know why, Holding my true feelings within my soul, Not wanting...

Dutch Apple Pie

March 19, 2015

Dutch Apple Pie

Years ago , I  tasked my son with writing  about his baking experience.  This is what he handed me, he was about 9 or ten years  old. It was almost...

March 18, 2015

Insatiable Love, Fulfilled

I love the way you make me see into your heart. Even when there was no room for your personal thoughts. The place where insatiable passion once existed. Deep within....

skulls in jungle

March 14, 2015

Death All Around

Time stops when Death is all Around You Someone has led me to an insane asylum. Death is his name. As we walk the streets of entry, I am reminded...