In the game of life, I would call today a win.
It’s an odd moment when you are sharing both congratulations and condolenses.
I use to think it was tough being a wrestler’s girlfriend. But I was wrong.
Being a wrestler’s mom is tougher, and I love it.
I love telling stories about this sport and the people involved in it. It is my passion. Everyone has a story.
I would like to tell yours.
Thirty-three years later, what we understood now, that we didn’t quite comprehend then was it was the losses and not the wins that best prepared us for life. They taught us how to handle and come back from adversity.
If Heaven gives out day passes, my father is sure to use his tonight.
The journey has a way of making both the past and future inconsequential, compared to this moment.
Some of the greatest moments in life occur when the Venn diagram of Sports and Humanity congruently overlap.
Death, a divorce, a diagnosis, a random act of violence.
They always happen to other people.
But what do you do if it does happen to you?
I have never walked the 500 mile Camino de Santiago in Spain like so many writers seeking to find themselves do.
Nor, have I ever walked the 1,560 mile Pacific Coast Trail like Cheryl Stayed did when she wrote “Wild.”