Invisible Crosses

Come to thyself, O man; be made new instead of old, and celebrate the renewal and consecration of thy soul. While there is time, let thy life be consecrated in all its endeavors. Old things are passed away; behold, all things are made new. Bring forth this fruit on the feast: be changed with the … Read more

Ready for Back to School

A story of planning woes I had a hard time planning for school this summer. Patterns for Life is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support our work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Most years I enjoy it; I sit in the shade by the pool and make up my book-lists … Read more

Giving "the Talk"

If you looked into my curriculum release, Sex Ed For Sane People, you might have noticed that biology is a prerequisite and the curriculum is aimed at older high school students. The material uses higher level scientific and theological terminology and is best understood with sufficient experience and background. In the grand majority of cases, … Read more

A New Project Launch

Things have been quiet here over the summer, for many good reasons. Such special circumstances happen only in summer: Garden smells of turned earth and tomato vines, robins nesting on porches and garter snakes gobbling up fallen eggs, lengthy swims in cold pools in the rain, evening walks filled with fireflies and flittermice. We dragged … Read more

Summer Break

Summer has been here for over a month now in all its glory. As usual it is fun, fresh, and exciting. And also, as usual, it is busy. There are places to go, people to see, pools to swim in… you get the idea. We are taking a break from writing and podcasting for the … Read more

Musings on the Nature of Instruments

Or What a French Harpsichord Taught Me About Education During the time that I was studying for my bachelor’s degree I took a few harpsichord lessons. I was enchanted with the instrument; the variations in sound and the sensitivity to touch, along with the ornate and delicate frame had me captivated. I used to love … Read more

Juggling 201

Prayer Lying on my back, only my nose pokes above the water. Breathe in, my chest rises and my body gently floats; breathe out, and everything falls ever so slightly. My eyes are closed; I am weightless, suspended, motionless. Breathe in; hold. Listen. There it is. Ba-bum ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum. For years I could not … Read more