Farewell to the Head Coach
I mean, how do you say goodbye to 16 boys you love very much without saying you love them very much. Because you can’t, you know, say that
Little Victories for Big Girls
Why can’t I remember what must have been a dozen 11-year-old girls screaming and hugging each other, tears streaming down our faces, and the subsequent victory trip to the ice cream shop?
What Early Looks Like
As the fire trucks pulled up in front of my house around three yesterday afternoon, I thought what every busy mother would think: Please don’t block my driveway.
W for Wow: The Good-Enough Comeback
How could I explain to him that 10 minutes of mediocre soccer was actually a bit of a triumph for me?
