Dung Nguyen, a home-schooling mum and educator from Vietnam, writes movingly about the need for courage when choosing a different educational path.

I didn’t become an artist because of any great talent. I became an artist, because as a child I drove my mother mad with endless talking, so she came up with an idea, just to get me to shut up!

My childhood dreams of becoming a great detective go awry and result in me with my hair full of bread dough.

When I was a child, Mum found a Persian Rug in a New Zealand junk shop. It wasn’t a flying carpet, but it still turned into a pretty hideous adventure for me and my siblings.

My childhood hopes of fame take a dumpster dive in this unfortunately true story from my past.

Mum wasn’t much of a cook. But things got REALLY bad when she and Grandma decided to have a crack at making Māori bush medicine.

When I was a child, I was in a play put on by the local home-schooling group. I was in charge of organizing my costume and things got muddled.

As a child, I couldn’t see the point of punctuation, and this drove my mother (who was also my teacher) bonkers.

I talk with Kelley, home-schooling mum of five to get some answers to commonly asked questions about home-schooling.