Dear future love of our little boy’s life, We tell our children they may or may not choose to marry someone when they grow up. But if they do choose marriage, they should wait at least 20 years before settling down completely to adult responsibilities like spouses and children. And writing this to you now… Continue reading An Open Letter to the Future Love of Our Little Boy’s Life
Believe it or not, this is me, yesterday, busting out The Worm in front of a school wide assembly with a rock concert designed to make students (and apparently staff alike) think about the choices we make in life. Yes, this was a dance off, and, clearly, when one is willing to throw down the… Continue reading Dancing is Our Jam
Happy Mothers’ Day! My weekend began Friday after school when my fellow colleague, friend, and daughter’s kindergarten teacher, rolled down her car window smiling and nodding that knowing grin all elementary teachers have (This is reference back to my blog regarding the 50% rule: https://heatherkrill.com/2016/10/19/the-50-rule/.) “Wait until you see the special PINK card in her… Continue reading Mothers’ Day: When Expecting Less is Actually More
My friend Jen always says, “In Candy we trust.” And it’s true, we trust and love our hairdresser Candy Long. Love her. This may surprise people (not because my hairdresser is Candy Long, a lovely, lovely woman) rather, given my normal lack of proper attention to my long locks. But every eight weeks or so,… Continue reading An Ode to Hairstylists Everywhere
Today, I was kindly and undramatically shot down by a literary agent while attending a writing conference in Boston. Surrounded by literally hundreds of teachers and writers from around the world in the swanky Park Plaza hotel ballroom, I momentarily felt a “what the hell am I doing here” kind of moment, the one where… Continue reading What We Learn From Rejection
En route to school this morning: “Mom, did you know Jesus had a lot of bunny rabbits?” Why, no, I did not know he had a lot of bunny rabbits. “Can we get a bunny rabbit for Easter or my birthday?” No. “Why not? Even Jesus got to have rabbits, and he died on a… Continue reading In Honor of Easter: Here’s to Jesus, His Rabbits, and the Revel Stoke Among Us
I met a dear college friend for breakfast the other day in the city. While parallel parking on a wide street with plenty of room to go around, an angry woman gave me the finger. Try as I might, I can’t figure out why she felt I deserved the finger. There were other spaces–… Continue reading Dear Abby: I Need Your Advice
The one on the far left is the one who almost peed her pants while sliding down Cruiser at warp speed. I almost peed my pants sliding down Loon Mountain on Sunday when I should have been skinning up with two friends. No injuries were sustained, fortunately, and a very nice older man and lady… Continue reading Sliding Away in the Steeps
Our newly turned 7 year old was saying shit on the playground at school, and by “shit” I don’t mean stuff; I mean, he actually yelled the word “shit” from the top of a snowbank on the playground, prompting me to write my first crazy mom email as a public school teacher in the same… Continue reading When Your Own Kid Says Shit at School
This might be my new favorite picture of Greta and Geoff, not because he is standing at my Uncle Gordon’s standing bar– or because she is wearing her turtle fur neck-up as a hat–or because her hair, after 5.5 years of life is finally long enough to wear not one but two French braids, but… Continue reading Kissing 2016 Goodbye
Heather Ehrman Krill: The "Write" Kind of Coach 