WriteShop I & II

From the mouths of babes…

Marcia in California wrote: "My seventh grader started a two-day-a-week school this year. He has a fabulous English teacher. I asked him if the things we did last year [in WriteShop I] have helped. He said, 'Oh yeah, mom, they're teaching me all the same stuff. She...

The story behind WriteShop, part 2

In Part 1 of our story, Debbie and I discovered that our plans for teaching our first writing class were very nearly doomed. Now for Part 2 . . . Taking a Detour It wasn't just our own boys whose efforts cried out for help---every student in the group struggled at...

We’ve got mail!

I've been storing a mountain of emails in one of my Outlook folders---comments and testimonials from happy WriteShop users. Our brochures and website only have so much room for snippets like these, so I thought I'd give a voice to these dear moms and co-op...

The story behind WriteShop, part 1

AS YOU pick up a grammar program, geography book, or other curriculum from the shelf of your local homeschool store, do you ever wonder how it got there? Do you perhaps envision a talented team at work in some big-city corporate office building comparing research or...

FAQ: How much time each day?

Here's another popular question that shows up in our WriteShop mailbag with regularity! As parents plan their students' schedules, they often ask us to help them figure out how much time each day's activities take. Our answer? The ever-popular: "It depends!" :o) HOW...

New trademarks for WriteShop!

Last year, we were awarded the registered trademark for WriteShop. It may not sound like that big a deal, but for us, well, what can I say? It's all such a wonder for two ordinary homeschool-moms-turned-authors-and-publishers! Anyway, we just got...

StoryBuilders: Help for writer’s block

StoryBuilders: Help for writer’s block

The Perils of Writer's Block Writer's block. We shudder at the very word. It's reduced many a child to tears because any creative thought that may once have lurked in his mind is now shrouded in fog. Don't laugh! I know you wince at the memory of wads of paper thrown...