The Seattle Times – Imani Razat 
My 9-year-old son, Orion, and I are often met with curiosity as people wonder why he’s not in school. “Actually, I’m home-schooled,” he responds confidently. The follow-up questions are usually some version of “Why?” Once, as I pushed him on the toddler swing, a nanny whispered, “Being with you is the best place for him.” I nodded, feeling vindicated, less like an extraterrestrial. During home-school preschool back when we lived in New York, my son learned to read and spell at age 2. It was a hands-on fluke as much as it was a product of technology. He discovered how to communicate with Dad by texting letters and emojis. (more)