Between the college student who raped the young woman and hasn’t taken responsibility for his actions and the open season hate crimes on the LGBT crowd at Pulse, a gay dance club in Orlando, I am sad. This kind of senseless violence has left me feeling like I need to arm myself with more information… Continue reading The Violence Against Humanity is Killing Me
This blog about addiction and recovery has been brewing for months actually. But most recently, I have run into former students of mine in various spots around town who are in different steps in the process of recovery–whether it be from alcohol, prescription pain meds, or even heroin. These were great kids in high school,… Continue reading More Support Needed for Recovery in our Hometowns
There is no doubt that we are giving this parenting gig our best effort; however, in those moments when we realize just how badly a situation could have turned out, we shake our heads in disbelief at how we could have been so stupid. See the kids in this picture, smiling, wearing protective head gear,… Continue reading Parenting: Risk Taking and Mistake Making
Fred and Ginger we are not. But we have been known to bust out our collective dance moves at weddings, and Geoff carries his skills on the national and international stage as a professional skier–and, yes, sometimes Geoff wheels over my toes or I spin him too hard into innocent bystanders. And we are… Continue reading Disability and Dancing with the Stars
This one right here. This one with spunky, waterlogged, blond pigtails, wet from swimming, giant blue eyes inherited from her flirty father, and her perfect white chiclet teeth. Yes her. She is headed to kindergarten this fall, following on the short heels of her brother. She is ready. I am ready. She asked the… Continue reading How Heading to Kindergarten is a Little Like Leaving for College…Only Different
I have this friend from college, Emily Cobb Henry, who writes these amazing notes for many mom friends in her life around Mother’s Day. This gift is unlike many others, requiring no money or space on a shelf collecting dust that would just mock me daily–just hours of precious time. She is a talented writer… Continue reading On the Day Before Mother’s Day…
Let’s face it- most parenting is adaptive as we learn to adjust to the little people who come into our lives. Just when we believe we have found an answer, they grow, change, evolve, and send us back to the drawing table of sorts. Today, Geoff made a bold mood. He decided, while I was… Continue reading Adaptive Cycling: One Boy, One Dad, and One Bike Path
T-ball is perhaps the most dangerous sport I’ve ever experienced- as a coach or athlete- twentyish preschoolers and kindergarten friends wielding bats, throwing errant balls (still hard and hurtful despite being “soft”), wearing mitts with little intention or ability of actually catching. And when the ball does mysteriously land in the glove, we celebrate… Continue reading The Perils of T- Ball…
Greta brought me an envelope today and asked if we could mail her dad a kiss to Colorado. Her earnest nature about missing her dad, in Breckinridge for two weeks, combined with her love of the post office prompted the above visit. We did not mail him a kiss because I explained he would be… Continue reading Our Love for the U.S. Post Office 03262
Frank Aurelio is as classic as Clark’s itself, but quick to tell me he was not “the original wolfman.” However, to speak with him individually about his Wolfman days was easier than the collective group of aspiring wolfmen back stage. For the first time since my Connecticut College days working for the The College Voice,… Continue reading In Search of the New Wolfman for Clark’s Trading Post
Heather Ehrman Krill: The "Write" Kind of Coach 