Tucked in at night by her husband, her four kids, and the Wasatch Mountains, Emily Bailey runs A Homeschool Unscripted. Her work is to hold the space for childhood, and be the homeschool mentor she never had.

Where I can breathe

In my closet, on my knees, with the door shut, praying amid piles of clothes.

On Tuesday mornings with rare, precious white space on the calendar, after my husband has left for work. 

Anywhere, if I’ve left my iPhone behind.

In a warm Epsom salt bath, looking at my jar full of sand and seashells from Oceanside, while my family sleeps.

In my dad’s backyard on the old white swing, under wisteria vines.

In rain. 

Weaned

Ice cream in the sun