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
Twelve year old Silas Weeden, ranked 1st regionally and 13th nationally for freestyle, is headed out to Copper Mountain in Colorado to compete in the National Championships. He’s been hucking himself off of jumps at the Kanc since he could walk basically, and this year had the opportunity, through both Loon Mountain and Loon Mountain… Continue reading Local Lin-Wood Loon Mountain Freestyler Heads to Nationals at Copper
Abraham Lincoln once penned a note to the world regarding his young son beginning school: “Teach him, gently, World, but don’t coddle him, because only the test of fire makes fine steel.” I am grateful to have had the Merrimack Youth Association, travel soccer leagues, and truly incredible coaches from recreation straight through college. But… Continue reading In Honor of Great Coaches…
The kids were playing in the afternoon sunshine and rushed inside, “Mommy, look what the leprechaun left us in the snowbank!” Thank you to whatever neighbor dropped this mini REAL glass message in a bottle with shamrocks in the yard, reinforcing our children’s belief in leprechauns, fairies, dragons, etc. They were so excited, and Greta… Continue reading Irish Blessings…
Her technique is text book. Knees bent as to take pressure off her back. Hand placement on the back rest is perfect- direct pressure not too high, not too low to cause a flip backward. She has known this from birth, an inherent skill as a daughter of a wheelchair user. The rest of the… Continue reading A Sure Sign of Spring…
“One child, one teacher, one book, and one pen can change the world.” Malala Yousafzai, freedom fighter for education rights for all children and the youngest person to receive the Nobel Peace Prize. “Better to live like a lion for one day than to live like a slave for 100 years.” Malali, the young woman… Continue reading In Recognition of International Women’s Day
Heather Ehrman Krill: The "Write" Kind of Coach 