The Report Card, the Guinea Pig, and the Best Friend at the End of the Street

Growing up, I deeply struggled in public school. I was miserable and felt like a loser. Eventually, my mom decided to pull me out of school to homeschool. I soon began discovering joy, creativity, and freedom. My story has continued to unfold in such beautiful and unexpected ways. I never could have imagined it would end up leading me to create a homeschool curriculum company and community! Here is a glimpse into my early years and finding motivation to learn before I started to homeschool-

Looking back, I now see how even the smallest moments in childhood—ones that might seem unimportant from the outside—were shaping something deep within my heart. One year when I was a little girl and struggling in school, I didn’t care about grades or failing. The system didn’t make much sense to me. I wasn’t motivated by gold stars or test scores. Until my dad made me an offer.

“If your next report card has no Ds,” he said, “you can get a guinea pig.”

At last—I had a reason to try. Not because I suddenly cared about worksheets or spelling tests, but because I wanted a pet of my own. A little friend who would sit on my lap while I read books or watched clouds roll by.

I worked harder than I ever had before. And somehow, I managed to pass Second grade—with all Cs. My parents kept their word, and we went straight to the pet store.

There were two guinea pigs for sale. I picked the one that didn’t bite me. I named her Nibbles.

My daughter with our guinea pig

That summer, Nibbles and I met a new friend named Amy. She lived in the woods at the end of our street in a house that felt like something out of a fairy tale. Amy was just like me—she loved animals, art, and exploring. She had a treehouse and a fort, and more pets than I could count. A guinea pig, eight rabbits, birds, fish, cats, dogs—even a squirrel!

We quickly became best friends. We played Monopoly for hours, played outside, and dreamed about our fugures. I told her I wanted to be a mom and an artist when I grew up. She wanted to be a model and a fashion designer. But for now, we just wanted to climb trees and catch reptiles in the creek behind her house.

That season of life taught me something school never could: real learning grows from love, wonder, and friendship.

This is what I think of now when I watch my own children. Not chained to a desk. Not buried in anxiety over grades or fitting in.

I think about what it means to offer kids a reason to care. A spark of curiosity. A story to write. A pet to love. A friend to meet at the edge of the woods.

That’s the heart of homeschooling. It’s not about some magical method—it’s about letting childhood unfold.

If you’ve got a struggling learner, a daydreamer, a wiggly one who hates math worksheets but comes alive when building things or drawing dragons, you’re not alone. You’re doing sacred work.

And sometimes, all it takes to ignite a love of learning… is a guinea pig named Nibbles.


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5 Reasons Why I Deeply Regret Homeschooling…

Here are five reasons why I deeply regret homeschooling my children all these years. For context, I have 15 children ranging in age from 10-26. They have all been homeschooled,

1. Too much socialization. My kids have friends of all ages, each other, youth group, co-ops, and extracurriculars. I was really looking forward to raising socially awkward recluses, but here we are.

2. I never get to wake up at 6 AM. No alarms, no dragging half-asleep kids anywhere, no rushed mornings. I miss the chaos… said no one ever.

3. They don’t know what ‘busy work’ is. They think learning should be fun, meaningful, and based on curiosity. Poor things never experienced filling out 30 pointless worksheets just to pass the time.

4. Learning keeps happening. Even when “school” is over, my kids are still asking questions, researching, and exploring. It turns out curiosity doesn’t clock out at 3 PM. Who knew?

5. I actually enjoy my kids. Turns out, when kids aren’t exhausted from school stress, they’re really fun to be around.

Final verdict: No regrets. Just freedom, flexibility, and a life we actually love.

How about you? What would you add to this list? How do you respond to people who ask if you have regrets about homeschooling?

A Summer with Sarah: “I Choose to Let Go of Myself”

A Summer with Sarah is a series of journal entries from the summer Sarah turned 18.

June 16, 1994 (End of the Day)

A Fun Day and Family Memories

It’s 8:49 p.m., and it’s been a fun day. I talked to Josh again—he’s wonderful. He called me his goober.

While Dad and I were unloading paintings this evening, he started singing:

“Imagine me and you, and you and me.
No matter how you toss the dice, it’s meant to be.
The only one for you is me, and me for you,
So happy together.”

We laughed. I told him, “We only talked for two hours.”

Later, Heather and I sat on the lifeguard chair just after sunset, singing Eternal Flame and other songs by the Bangles. We reminisced about my old friend Rebecca and her dramatic flair. She loved romance novels and would describe her own stories like one:

“The weather was a lot like this, but we were surrounded by a sky of fuchsia. My hair was in a French braid, but little wispy curls were let loose by the wind. I held Michael’s hand, and for a moment, I looked into his eyes. My heart melted within me, and the breeze—it ran all through my body.”

Rebecca was so over-the-top, but I wonder where she is today. Lord, I really want to get back in touch with her.

Family Devotions and Dad’s Song

At 10:22 p.m., I mentioned to Dad that we haven’t had family devotions in a while. So we read 2 Corinthians 10 together. Then, Dad played the guitar, and we all sang praise songs.

Dad even shared a new song he wrote:

“Lord, you are my God, and I will love you with all my heart.
Lord, you are my King, and I will serve you with all my heart.
I will serve you. I will love you.
Bow down before your throne.
Lord, I need you. I need you.”

A Prayer of Surrender

Lord, you really are wonderful. I love you. Thank you for such a great family. I love them, they love me, and we all love you. Thank you, Jesus, for first loving me.

Bless my time with Josh. Give us wisdom and whatever it takes to do your perfect will. Give my parents great peace about the rest of the summer. If they would feel more at peace by talking with me more, please work it out so that happens.

There are a lot of people at Josh’s church who have been hearing about me non-stop over the past 10 or 11 months, and soon we will meet. Let them see you in me. Let me be a blessing in every way.

Bless the people I will be staying with. Fill their houses with joy. Let them share their hearts and wisdom with me, and let me share Jesus with them.

Jesus, live through me. Here I am—I offer myself to you. I am yours.

I choose to let go of myself, and I cling to you. I empty myself of me. Fill me with you, with your Holy Spirit. I lay my filthy rags at the cross. Clothe me in your righteousness.

I love you, Jesus. Take my life. I’m yours. Just use me.

Josh said, “I love being second in your life.” That is so right. Jesus is to be first. There’s no other way to live. We couldn’t make it without Him there.

Thank you, Lord. Let my parents know this. I want you to be glorified in my life.

In all things, do your will.

I lay it all at the cross. Be glorified.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Empowering Parents: A New Vision for Education

I remember the day I failed third grade. I couldn’t read. I was dyslexic, and no one seemed to know what to do with me. I was the kid falling through the cracks—misunderstood, frustrated, and embarrassed. Public school wasn’t designed for kids like me.
In second grade, when I was clearly struggling, my parents tried sending me to a small private school, hoping I’d finally get the help I needed. But after just one semester, I had to return to public school. My parents simply couldn’t afford the tuition. There were five of us kids, and they were raising us below the poverty level, doing their best to make ends meet during the tough years of the 1980s recession.
Back then, school choice didn’t exist for families like mine. If you couldn’t pay for private education, you were stuck—no matter how broken the system was for your child.
It wasn’t until I began homeschooling myself—leaning on our tiny local library as my greatest resource—that I discovered I could learn in a way that made sense to me. I fell in love with books on my own terms, and eventually built a life around helping other families do the same.
That’s why when I heard that the Federal Department of Education is being dismantled, I didn’t feel afraid. I felt hope.

Federal Control Has Failed Too Many of Us
For decades, the Department of Education has been a bloated, bureaucratic system that pours billions into programs that don’t serve the individual needs of kids. The budget has ballooned to over $200 billion, yet student outcomes are declining, teachers are exhausted, and children like I once was are still getting left behind.
The truth is, it’s the parents, not the system, who know their kids best. When we remove top-down mandates and give families and communities the freedom to shape education, that’s when real learning happens.

What Happens When States Take the Lead?
Some states—like Indiana and Florida—are already showing what’s possible when you trust parents and empower communities.
To be clear, their public schools still face many of the same struggles as other states—overcrowded classrooms, testing pressure, and teacher shortages. But here’s the difference: more kids are now getting access to customized education, because alternatives are allowed to thrive, and parents are finally being heard.
In these states:
• Homeschooling, hybrid schools, and microschools are supported—not burdened with red tape.
• Education funding can follow the child, giving even low-income families real choices.
• Public schools are being influenced by parents and communities who are showing up and speaking out.
This is huge. It means that a child like me—dyslexic, struggling, and poor—would have had options. I wouldn’t have had to fall through the cracks.

What About the Kids Who Still Depend on the System?
People often ask, “But what about the underprivileged kids? What about the ones with parents who aren’t involved? They rely on public school—what happens to them?”
It’s a hard question. And the truth is, those parents are often products of the same system that failed them. Many of them still trust it—or at least feel they have no other choice—because they never saw another way.
But hope spreads when local communities are given the authority to create better options. The kids who succeed, regardless of income, are almost always the ones who have caring parents and strong local support systems around them. That’s why the solution isn’t more federal control—it’s more community involvement.
Let’s give families the power to create something better right where they are.



I Still Believe in Public Education—But It Needs Parents
I don’t believe public schools are the enemy. In fact, I believe they can become centers of creativity, curiosity, and growth again—but only if parents and community members are willing to show up and be a voice.
We can’t fix it from Washington. But we can fix it from the inside out—right here at home.
When education decisions are made locally, they reflect local values, local needs, and local solutions. That’s how real change happens.

A New Vision for Learning
Now that education is returning to the states, we have a once-in-a-generation opportunity to reimagine education in a way that works for real children—not for test scores or federal checklists.
• Imagine schools with gardens and greenhouses, where children learn by growing things and getting their hands in the soil.
• Imagine classrooms where the library is the center of learning, and children can follow their curiosity instead of filling in bubbles.
• Imagine public schools adopting Fun-Schooling time every day—time set aside for child-led learning, exploration, and creativity.
This is my dream: that every child, whether homeschooled or in a traditional classroom, would be nurtured, seen, and inspired. That’s why I created Fun-Schooling—not just as a curriculum, but as a movement to help rebuild education through joy, freedom, and flexibility.

This Is Our Moment to Speak Up
The end of the Department of Education doesn’t mean chaos—it means opportunity. It means local voices matter more than ever.
So here’s what I want to say to every mom and dad reading this:
• You don’t have to be perfect to be powerful.
• Your voice matters in shaping education.
• You don’t need a degree to advocate for your child’s needs.
Show up. Ask questions. Join the conversation. Be the person who gently challenges the system or starts something new. Whether you homeschool, support your local school, or do something in between—your involvement is the key to change.
I was once a forgotten little girl in a classroom that didn’t see me. Now, by God’s grace, I’ve raised 15 children and helped build a global community of families who are choosing a different path—one full of life, creativity, and real learning.
Let’s work together to create an education system that truly serves our children—all of them.
The future is local. The future is family. And it’s going to be beautiful.

A Summer with Sarah: The Last Art Show of My Childhood

A painting of Sarah when she was a teen, by her mother, Georgia Weyant Janisse.

A Summer with Sarah is a series of journal entries from the summer Sarah turned 18.

June 15th, 1994 – Five More Days

It’s June 15th, 1994. Five more days. Soon, I will be with Josh—right there in his arms, looking into his eyes. The one I love.

Then what?

What’s your plan, Jesus? What are you going to do?

Oh, Lord, you are so loving, kind, faithful. You are good. Let me serve you, God. Let me do your work. Let me love for you. Let me be your tool.

I want to praise you. Fill my heart with your joyful song, and let me know your peace. Cause my mind to be stayed—cause my mind to be stayed upon you.

Draw Josh even closer to yourself. Whatever he may be going through, teach him, Father, with your hand. Lead him through this day. Bless him.

Bless my family, and give me a good time to call Josh.

Be glorified. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

——

June 16th, 1994 – The Last Art Show of My Childhood

It’s June 16th, 1994. This is my last art show before I turn 18—Virginia Beach.

I remember coming here when I was six or seven years old, playing with Sky and Blaze and getting sunburned. Another time, I came with Mom and my sister Charity—I must have been nine or ten. Charity and I built the best drip castle ever.

When I was almost 13, I had the funnest art show ever. Dad, Charity, and I came to Virginia Beach, and we had such a great time together. We explored the shops, camped, rode the trolley, and played in the ocean. Charity almost drowned, but a cute guy saved her.

We sat in the van listening to Sinead O’Connor, went to McDonald’s, and, of course, got sunburned.

Now, here I am—older, almost an adult—at the last art show of my childhood.

Anticipating Josh

I just got a message to call Josh. I called, but his dad said he was sleeping and they needed to keep the lines open. His dad sounded kind of annoyed. I hope everything’s okay.

Josh called me back within the half hour, and we talked for two hours. Everything is so wonderful. God is good. Josh asked me if I would mind not having a TV if we get married. That’s so cool. Praise God! He said he would rather spend time with me and the kids. He loves me so much.

God is so good. Thank you, Jesus, for being first in our lives and love.

24 Years Old, 24 Years Ago & Our 240 Hour Day!

Last week I found a few photos from 24 years ago when I was 24!!! And a mom of two. People would often say “A boy and a girl! Perfect! Are you done?” And my husband would say “Just getting started!”

Fast forward to 2010. Every day at our house was a 240 hour day…..when you consider our “combined experience”. How’s that?

24 hours x 10 people = A 240 hour day!

I made a movie of how our family of ten spent an average day. I found out I couldn’t fit it all in! Impossible. So this is the best I could do in less than five minutes.

What did we leave out? A Science experiment, rollerblading in the rain, a trip to CVS, daddy playing piano music, eating ice cream with Tony, the Bible story, Tuck ins…. and all of mom’s other housework.

Did you notice that Rachel wore her rollerblades all day?

Imagine if I’d tried this a few years later when we had 10 children…or even later when we had 15!

Do you have a big family? Click here for a collection of blog posts about our journey.

Something to Remember When You Are Weary

I wrote this “Conversation with a Dream” around 2007…

“You are crazy, outlandish! Why are you still here?”

“I’m yours.” My dream replies, “I am your calling, your vision, your future, and your legacy. It is not for yourself but for others that you must persevere.”

“I know, but why do you have to be so impossible?” I ask.

“ I was thinking the same thing about you!” My dream laughs, “I’m not impossible, it’s your fear that keeps me out of reality.”

“Fear?” I say, “What do you mean?”

“You are afraid of failure and disappointment,” my dream assures me.

“But can’t you see why?” I reply.

“But can’t you see!” my dream responds. “You haven’t failed. You have just gone through some really practical learning experiences. Honestly, you had a lot to learn!”

“Silly dream,” I respond. “Every time it seems like you are ready to burst into reality, you just kind of… burst. I’m going to start calling you a water balloon. I’ve poured my heart and soul into you, then you just pop. Look at the years of labor, toil, prayer, faith, hope and fearlessness. I’m tired, and frankly I am disappointed. Even when we do win one battle there is always one more. We climb a mountain just to face a dozen more. At this point it would be easier to give up, move on and… ”

“Live a life of mediocrity and regret? To walk away now would prove you a failure. Is that what you want?” my dream asks.

“No, I was just hoping to trade you in for a nice little dream that’s easy, realistic, less risky, more practical,” I explained.

“A dream that seems realistic it not a dream at all. A real dream takes a visionary, a pioneer, an explorer and a conqueror to bring it to life,” my dream replies.

“How will I ever become a pioneer? A conqueror? A visionary?” I ask.

“It’s a long process. You must work hard. You must keep pouring out your heart and soul. You must persevere through trials and disappointment. Get dirtier. Take risks. Pray a lot more. Lose sight of yourself for the sake of others. Press on toward your goal, for the sake of a higher calling. Be willing to live a life of sacrifice and hardship, with faith and hope. And one more thing: You must never forget, what I think you must have forgotten.”

“Could you remind me please? I can’t remember what I’ve forgotten,” I ask.

“Remember where you were when you first set your heart upon me. Now look–the mountains in our history! Look at the battles we have won! Look at the bridges we have built! Look at the faces of those who have labored by our side! Look at the enemies who are at peace with us now! Look at the plans we have made! Look at the miracles that came through when everything seemed so impossible! Look at who you have become along the way.”

Memories and renewed vision begins to wash away my fear and doubt. Once again my dream speaks up.

“You are becoming a visionary, a pioneer, and an explorer. But you will never be a conqueror, if you give up now.”

“Give up? We can’t give up!” I exclaim. “Look how far we’ve come! We are closer than ever! What’s one more mountain… or a dozen? You are my calling, my vision, my future. You are my legacy. I must persevere. I will lay my life down, not for my own victory but for the sake of the others.”

And so in time a world is discovered, a war is won, a town is revitalized, a marriage is saved, a book is written, a child comes home, a cure is found, reconciliation is made, a constitution is signed, a nation is founded, a village is built, a promise is kept, a soul is saved, and a dream is born.

Why?

Because someone didn’t give up. (Hebrews 12:1-3 Bible)

Read here about Sarah’s dream for Olive Branch Village!

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Inspiration, Paintings and Prayers (& Free Mary Cassatt Picture Study)

“Summer” by Mary Cassatt

A Summer with Sarah is a series of journal entries from the summer Sarah turned 18.

Reflections in Virginia Beach

It’s Tuesday, June 14th, 1994. We arrived in Virginia Beach earlier today and are staying in a motel apartment just half a block from the beach. It’s pretty nice.

Mom and Dad just got back from shopping at the commissary. I can hear the others in the living room and kitchen. They’re all excited because they saw on C-SPAN that the Senate is in session. We visited that room yesterday when we went to Washington, D.C. We even took some pictures while we were there.

My favorite part of the trip was the art museum. I love Mary Cassatt’s paintings and Gainsborough’s. I could imagine them, hundreds of years ago, stepping back to critique their finished work, having no idea that in 1994, a young lady named Sarah Janisse would also be stepping back to admire their wonderful masterpiece.

At the Museum of National History, I found myself dreaming of watching the First Ladies and their dresses dancing with the President at the Inaugural Ball 200 years ago.

Something really pierced my heart as I walked past the Vietnam War Memorial, with its wall engraved with the names of thousands of men who died. My dad said his name could have very well been on that wall too. It was the first time he saw it, and he was really touched. He looked like he might cry.

A Conversation on the Subway

On the subway back to the parking lot, I sat beside a lady named Joyce. She was a small Black woman in her early 30s—very sweet—and we talked. She had lived in Washington, D.C. her whole life. She asked where I was from and where I was going, so I told her.

She asked me about college, and I told her I planned to go to art school and Bible college. She asked a few more questions, and I was able to share a little about how I’m a Christian and how believing in the Bible is so important in life. I didn’t say much, but I pray the Lord will use my witness to inspire her to read the Bible and come to know Jesus.

A Prayer for Provision and Blessing

I hope and pray that this will be a very successful art show. Lord, bring people to buy more paintings. Please provide for our needs. But I don’t ever have to ask—you always provide, so I’ll just thank you instead.

Father, I thank you now for abundantly meeting all of our needs. You are so faithful. Thank you that I can trust in you to give me all that I need. Thank you for caring. I will lack nothing.

A Prayer for Josh and His Family

I’m going to call Josh sometime and give him the number here. Lord, work it out and make a perfect time for me to call him. Pour your blessings on him and his family. Give them joy. Show his dad where to go on vacation—you know just what would be best—so let your will be done.

Thank you for working everything out. I’m not quite sure how Josh’s parents expect me to act, but I want to please them as I please you. Work it out. Let it come naturally for me to be a blessing to them. Please, Jesus, don’t allow me to be a burden.

I want to be helpful, not in the way. I want them to be happy to have me with them. Let me be someone they enjoy, not just someone they tolerate. I love Josh, and it’s important that his family loves me.

Let them see that it’s your plan that Josh and I are together. Let them accept the fact joyfully and receive me as I am, in your time.

A Prayer for Josh’s Sisters Becky and E (E is his foster sister). The are both young teens.

Use me in the lives of Becky and E to draw them closer to you. Let me be an encouragement to them to follow you with all their hearts. These girls will be part of my life forever—let us love now.

I know that you love Becky and E so much, just as you love me. Use me to show them your love. Work in their hearts. Use me.

Bless Josh now with your peace.

Be glorified. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

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Sarah’s Poetry: Who I Want to Be

Today I took an hour
To rearrange my things
To think about my goals
And to reignite my dreams
I went from shelf to shelf
To gaze upon each book
As if to stop and ask myself
To take a deeper look
To think of who I want to be
The skills I hope to learn
To set imagination free
To love, to grow, to yearn.
I found my favorite basket
Full of other people’s things
I dumped it out, and asked it
To be the keeper of new dreams.
I start fresh from empty
And held it with one hand
Without hesitation we
Set off to make new plans.
I found my favorite books again
And promised to begin
To treat them as my dear friends,
And then I found some pens
I found my father’s Bible
Filled with his notes and lines
I’ll take his thoughts once more to heart
and try to make them mine.
I have a little journal for each and every child
I fill the pages with my prayers
Through times of tears and smiles
I have some colored pencils
Some photos and memories
I’ll add a story book of course
For my little girls to read.
My basket is almost ready
My heart and mind feel full
Now I just need a cup of tea
And a journal for my soul
Today I took an hour
To rearrange my things
I’m ready now to grow and learn
And to reignite my dreams.
~Sarah Janisse Brown

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The Ultimate Homeschool Field Trip!

Such a precious time at Mar-a-Lago at an 8-hour prayer and worship gathering! My husband and oldest son were leading the Audio-Video team. Josh and I were there for the past three days and we had a beautiful opportunity to cross paths with the President and First Lady – quietly praying over them as they walked past us outside their residence. Such an honor to be in this place. I had a lot of free time while Josh was working to just pray and sing over the property and cover the place in grace and peace by the power of prayer through faith.

I believe that the Lord placed us there, three generations of my family, to just bring a blessing of grace and peace through faith as we were given an opportunity to walk in the promises of God – knowing that the battle belongs to the Lord. Victory on earth is not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit says the Lord.

When God desires to ensure victory in the realms of political affairs and the purposes of the nations – He sends first the worshippers, singers, prayer warriors and angel armies.

Whether or not you adore our President, it’s a great honor and privilege to be able to spend three days at his home, praying over him, his family, his administration and his calling and position to serve our country and the nations.

Ephesians 6:12-13
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

Here’s a beautiful story from the Old Testament that came to mind while we were here:

2 Chronicles 20:17-22
17 Ye shall not need to fight in this battle: set yourselves, stand ye still, and see the salvation of the Lord with you, O Judah and Jerusalem: fear not, nor be dismayed; to morrow go out against them: for the Lord will be with you.
18 And Jehoshaphat bowed his head with his face to the ground: and all Judah and the inhabitants of Jerusalem fell before the Lord, worshipping the Lord.
19 And the Levites, of the children of the Kohathites, and of the children of the Korhites, stood up to praise the Lord God of Israel with a loud voice on high.
20 And they rose early in the morning, and went forth into the wilderness of Tekoa: and as they went forth, Jehoshaphat stood and said, Hear me, O Judah, and ye inhabitants of Jerusalem; Believe in the Lord your God, so shall ye be established; believe his prophets, so shall ye prosper.
21 And when he had consulted with the people, he appointed singers unto the Lord, and that should praise the beauty of holiness, as they went out before the army, and to say, Praise the Lord; for his mercy endureth for ever.
22 And when they began to sing and to praise, the Lord set ambushments against the children of Ammon, Moab, and mount Seir, which were come against Judah; and they were smitten.
We brought eight of our family members, three team members for the audio video work and seven dear friends along with us.
Please pray that our prayers in this place are honored and fulfilled.