When I played Little League Baseball, I was small for my age, but I was quick and fearless out in the field. I mainly played second base and would often get to balls that I shouldn’t have been able to catch. One game in the middle of our season, we were winning and needed just... Continue Reading →
A letter to a former teacher: Pulling me back from the ledge
When I was 11, my basketball coach, who wasn’t much older than my teammates and I, walked the sideline of the small town community hall where we played, yelling and throwing his hands up in the air when we made a mistake or he disagreed with the referee's call. A few years later when I... Continue Reading →

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