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…
Every year, I overhear a student casually talking about a wife-beater. And every time, I cringe with the image that contrasts with the ones my students are talking about. Most recently, the conversation sounded a little like this, “I can’t believe he was skiing with only a wife-beater beneath his jacket. What a jackass.” The… Continue reading Eradicating the World of Wife Beaters, One at a Time
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…
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
We honored Martin Luther King, Jr. by skiing at Loon Mountain in some fresh lovely snow this morning. Like car rides, chair lifts and gondolas also allow for a captive audience with one’s children. The snow fell in big, fat flakes. We carved through inches of powder. We fell and laughed, and I dug our… Continue reading Talking about MLK, Jr., Minister Marcus, and Gibbs the Rabbit While Skiing at Loon Mountain
Snow. While we thought our kids were super excited about Santa’s impending arrival, the greeting they gave to our first ground covering of white fluff was nothing short of gleeful. It goes without saying that we are generally blanketed by Christmas. Here in northern New Hampshire, we’ve had the mildest winter I can remember. Our… Continue reading Snow: May She Come Again Soon…
