I’d Rather Been Hit by a Volleyball…

Saturday volleyball tournaments mean early mornings, lots of snacks and an onslaught of flying volleyballs sure to smack you in the head when you least expect it. But this past Saturday, I was knocked off my feet not by a volleyball, but by a host of old hurts, suppressed feelings and long-standing anger. As my…

Gymophobia

It’s time I confess. I’ve been silent for too long. For the sake of other sufferers and the welfare of humanity as a whole, I am coming forward. As long as I can remember, I’ve struggled with a debilitating condition, a condition that affects my daily life and the lives of many others. It’s a…

He Was a Good Lizard…

My son conducted a funeral today. It was for a lizard from his reptile daycare that he started at school. With an entrepreneurial spirit, he had offered to care for his friends’ lizards during recess for a small fee. Business was booming as he had about twenty lizards in his care.  (For those of you…