It’s part 2 in my 4-part series about the common mistakes parents make teaching their kids to ski.
Last week I was on the lift and glanced down to see a father tying an edgie wedgie to his son’s skis. The problem with this scene: they were parked at the top of a blue mogul run. If your child still needs an edgie wedgie, get back to the learning hill.
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I see a lot parents skiing with their kids who make many of the same mistakes. Since I can’t chase those parents down the mountain, I figure I’ll outline them here in hopes someone listens. This four-part series continues Thursday and will conclude next week. Today is kids and poles.
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I’m a writer, and everybody told me if you’re going to be a writer you need to have a blog. And you need to blog about writing. I blogged about writing for a few months before running out of things to blog about. Big surprise that writing about writing doesn’t produce gripping posts. My nonexistent audience was bored right along with me.
I’m single, and I’m a skier. I have been told many times that a girl skier such as I will get picked up on the lift by a guy. It’s just a matter of time.
I believed in this until one day I got a good look at myself after a hard day of skiing. Most days the only part of my face showing through is my nose—my very runny nose. Due to my height and lack of figure with the bulky clothing, I look like I’m twelve, and often get asked where I go to school. When I do strip a layer at the end of the day, my face is bright red, I have helmet hair, and I’m wearing some not so flattering stretchy pants.
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