Just last weekend, I was soaking my tired feet in my brother’s swimming pool during my niece’s high school graduation party, when a younger sister party goer swam right up to me. “I just love parties at Greg and Holly’s,” she quipped to me, a true stranger to her in every sense. I guessed her… Continue reading That’s a Wrap on Year 29
Forgive the blurry image. I tried to screenshot the video taken 11 years ago, when our 3 year old daughter, turning 4 in June, decided today was the day to take off her training wheels. She has, essentially, never looked back. She is a thinker, a processor, very different from her more impulsive brother; however,… Continue reading When the Training Wheels Come Off
Not a day has passed since our son first qualified for U16 Nationals, and then a couple days later, our daughter also qualified, where I have not been brought to tears by the generosity of our Loon Mountain community. I’ve started to write our individual thank yous, and then I get a note in the… Continue reading Love Letter to Our Loon Mountain Community
This is Crawford’s Notch, NH at 7AM, hovering at 28 degrees on our way to Attitash Mountain for yet another ski race. The roads look wet, but this is an illusion of safety, also called black ice. They are, in fact, what we like to call sporty but doable, a whole lot like parenting. There… Continue reading Droppin’ In…
Recently, I shared a photo of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich safely ensconced in this giant Swiss cowbell, which takes up an inordinate amount of space in my backpack. I joked that it would never be squished surrounded by the hard metal and love of a race parent. When our kids were younger racers,… Continue reading The Things We Carry: Race Parent Edition
Happy New Year! We are in the throes of a busy and snowy winter, ski racing, and adolescence. Our son turned 16. Holy Hannah. How did that happen? He has been driving with us legally for six months now, and he finished Drivers Education. His instructor told me at the last session that he was… Continue reading Holding onto the Steering Wheel
When those incredible moments of humanity happen after a crazy Halloween Friday at school, the day before our girls’ soccer team takes on rival Pittsburg- Canaan, when snow is predicted this evening, and all the trees have shed their leaves, one takes a moment to thank a local woman named Karen. I’ve never met Karen… Continue reading Hope in Hatchland (and Humanity)
We don’t live on a farm, but our barn doors are open. Here in northern NH, we are on the cusp of the first frost. The zippy little hummingbirds have stocked up on the juice they need to fly to South America, with the faith that they will return here after winter’s end. Despite some… Continue reading This September 11
Our son is learning to drive, and we are learning to be in the passenger seat while he learns to drive. But like so many things we have to learn how to do in life, the driving manual and driving instructions are just part of the learning experience. He has to learn by actually driving,… Continue reading Driving Instructions
Hannah Herzog was our Lin-Wood student many years ago, and she recently passed away. She was a quiet young woman, whose story I tell every year when we kick off Poetry Out Loud. Her class participated early on in our school’s tradition of Poetry Out Loud, our first or second year perhaps roughly 15 years… Continue reading Here’s to Hannah Herzog
Heather Ehrman Krill: The "Write" Kind of Coach 