Getting my hands and other unspeakable parts dirty

I always thought flowers were best for vases and carefully arranged pots around my deck. The thought of sticking my hands into fresh earth was terrifying. I might get dirt under my nails, or worse, touch a worm. It never bothered me when my kids would play in the mud, just as long as they … Continue reading Getting my hands and other unspeakable parts dirty

Dropping Her in the Deep End

"I want to make varsity by my junior year," she says, "and I want to build my endurance and look my best by the end of the summer!" "Sounds like a plan," I respond absently, knowing in my heart that these are just words. I am pessimistic of the plan coming to fruition, and certainly … Continue reading Dropping Her in the Deep End