[All photos courtesy USA Judo unless otherwise noted. Face plant courtesy Katelyn.]
Forgive me if I may seem a little…bragadocious…today. I think you’ll understand.
It’s just that my 16-year-old cousin Katelyn returned from Singapore this week. What was she doing there, you ask?
Oh…winning Youth Olympic gold medals. Making history. That’s all.
Growing up with my sister was very similar to what I imagine it would be like to grow up with Licensed Joyologist Helen Madden: complete with flutter kicks and declarations of “I love it, I love it, I love it!”
Erika (Reiko Von Suavee Bola Meister, for short) has been seeking beauty and sucking the marrow out of it ever since she came screeching into our lives, six weeks before her scheduled arrival, 27 years ago today.
It is a rare occurence to read something on the web that stays in your thoughts for weeks and months to come.
This post, by Kelle Hampton, is an exception.
Regardless of whether you are a parent, I think you will appreciate the courage, beauty and soul in Nella Cordelia’s birth story. Continue reading
Every holiday, every year, when my sister and I ask our dad what we can get for him, his answer is always the same: a “Life is Good” t-shirt.
He’s a “Life is Good” kinda guy. An amiable, trusting-of-strangers kinda guy. A laughs-at-his-own jokes kinda guy.
This father’s day, I’d like to thank my dad for the gajillion things he has done to make my life so good. But I’m a Don’t-Wanna-Lose-My-Readers kinda blogger, so I’ll tie this into a bigger message.
Three hours before my husband proposed, he had me in tears.
Sad tears. Not happy tears.
My Mom and Me, 1981.
My mother plays ping-pong in high heels.
But keep your guard up, unsuspecting reader: she’ll kick your butt in those heels.