There really is no “I” in team

"MOM!" sobbed The Hare, clutching her right hand, "Something is wrong with my finger." We had a houseful of people for Easter, our second annual taco bar potluck dinner with two other gymnastics families. The kitchen was piled high with half eaten plates, empty glasses, raucous laughter and genuine conversations. Six girls had been in … Continue reading There really is no “I” in team