No More Beach Balls
So I’m in Target, perusing the Dollar Deals section in the front of the store for preschool-friendly goodies as I always do when it hits me:…
A Dance Teacher’s Guide to Parenting
You might be wondering what happened to the fieldwork portion of Fieldwork in Stilettos (and by “fieldwork,” I of course mean dating). Well don’t worry: even…
You Can’t Stand Under My Umbrella, its BROKEN!
With just a few days till my final student recitals of the year, it’s time to put the finishing touches on all of their pieces before…
I Blame the Krispy Kremes
Yesterday was Donut Day at The School. It was also the day when I woke up—both literally and figuratively—and realized that I want to be with…
There’s No Painting in Dance Class!
I find myself giving a lot of pep talks these days. Whether it’s telling my high school students to stop obsessing over another dance team’s costumes/props/anorexic…
A Rock Obama
Because I get a kick out of trying to turn my preschoolers into “global citizens” at the tender age of three, we have a world map…
The Thing About Student Teachers
Every once in a while something happens that makes me think, “Sh*t! Maybe I should give up on this whole writing thing and just focus on…
Those Straight Talkin’ Beach Balls
I have a bit of a problem. Actually, it’s more than a bit of a problem—it’s kind of a big problem, and it’s caused more than…
How The Raven Stole The Sun: In 30 Minutes with 30 Kids!
For reasons unbeknownst to me and my fellow teaching artists at The School, the director decided to add a “multicultural focus” to the curriculum this year. …
Parenting? I Know ALL About It!
I’ve never been married (or given birth) but from what I understand, you’re not supposed to badmouth your spouse in front of your kids. For this…
Bouncing Off the Walls
Three year olds are like beach balls. They’re round and bright and colorful and when you release them into a hallway, they basically just roll around…
A Not-So-Happily-Ever-After Ending
It’s over. The end. Finito. I don’t quite know what to do with myself now. It’s officially summer— I should be going to the beach or…
Kat Echevarría Richter 