I've always been proud of my perfect vision. I've bragged about it openly, and came to appreciate it even more after Stella's visual challenges revealed the complexity and wonder of human eyesight. "I'm so lucky and blessed," I thought, darting my hawk eyes around to appreciate my crystal clear view of life. Turns out it's… Continue reading The eyes don’t have it.
I remember one day, having been home from college for a brief stint, my mother, who is a pretty wonderful kick-ass character, sensed that I was not doing so well. She drove me back to school, and as I reluctantly got out of the car, she suddenly put her hand on my arm and said,… Continue reading What would my mom and Kevin Garnett do?
Stella's father (Cody) and I met playing basketball. He was one of two men on our team, and ours was the only team in the league with women. Yep, it was a men's league and we bitches crashed the party. They were GUYS, and even though most of us played some college ball (granted, division… Continue reading Let the games begin!