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…

Dear Birthday Boy, Enjoy. Love, God.

My nine-year old son wanted only one thing for his birthday – a family outing to a professional baseball game. When the big day came, our birthday boy made a poster, grabbed his glove and wore the team colors. We arrived at the ballpark two hours before the first pitch to see batting practice. As…