Opening Day in Major League Baseball: My Point of View From the Stands
If there is one thing my dad left ingrained in me as a little girl, it’s the appreciation for baseball. My dad played on local league baseball teams all his life. Sundays were baseball days. My mom would pack…
My Son Has Become a Porcupine
My 12-year-old son has become a porcupine. From one day to the next he has turned into an unpredictable bundle of prickly and cuddly, hot and cold, sweet and sour, clear and cloudy, day and night. He is my…
Tic Toc Waiting on You
A mom’s growing pains
Last night I watched my 12-year-old son break a board with a forceful spinning reverse side spin kick.The board broke in half as two adult male classmates held it tight against the force of…
Elusive Love