Tweet 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…
Tweet 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…
Tweet 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…
Tweet The road is slick from the light snow that has been falling all morning. Temperatures are below freezing and visibility could be better. It’s a 15-mile hike to my destination. All weekend the forecasters have been talking about…