Only in New Hampshire (or perhaps this does occur in other wintery states- and if it does please comment) do we put children and toddlers in cardboard boxes, decorated and duck taped, and shoot them down an ice luge in front of cheering parents and spectators. There is a groomed luge “for safety” to keep… Continue reading Only in New Hampshire…
This is Miss Seidel, my first grade teacher. We meet for lunch once or twice a year about halfway between where we both live. Yesterday was one of those moments we live for as teachers, when a student returns to say thank you, only I was on the student end. I was able to give… Continue reading Once a Teacher, Always a Teacher…
Getting the call at 5:35 AM for a delayed opening is nothing short of a miracle in the White Mountains of NH. Then to head outside and find my walkway and driveway already shoveled and both our cars already scraped off by a thoughtful neighbor- this is truly a gift. Thank you, Seth Chandler! He… Continue reading It’s the Little Things Some Mornings…
It’s Friday morning at school and minus 1 degree as I stand here at my post for waving duty. I stand at the stop sign at the front entrance of my school to make sure parents stop at the stop sign and don’t run over any students in the crosswalk. Thank you for stopping at… Continue reading Thinking about Choice while Standing in -1 Degrees
Here it is, folks–my first official hashtag; I’ve been waiting for the right occasion, and I met her this weekend at Loon Mountain. Her name is Meredith Koch, and she is a brand new mono skier. I had just finished up a lesson before lunch in a collaboration between Spaulding Ski Club, part of… Continue reading #endpianoviolence
Leah Rondon died last summer, at 6 years old, when she was hit by a car while playing with a wagon in a friend’s neighborhood in Ansonia, CT. I cried afterwards whenever I thought about what her parents and older brothers must have been feeling, never having met Leah personally. Her picture when posted to… Continue reading Remembering Leah (age 6) and Royce (age 7)…
I consider myself a Grease expert. Not Grease 2 because it doesn’t even compare to Grease, the original, in any way, shape or form. But from the first time viewing Grease with John Travolta and Olivia Newton John, probably in fifth or sixth grade, I was hooked. I memorized the entire film. Sheer performance art… Continue reading For the Love of Grease
Heather Ehrman Krill 