Fever Pitch

In case I’ve never mentioned it in these page, I am not a sports person. My single season as a Pop Warner cheerleader ended one cold, November afternoon with a bee sting to the ass. (Who knew those bumbles hung out on cold, metal bleachers like the kissy-kissy teenagers?) Though a broken ankle sidelined my…

We all lose when everybody wins

Yesterday was Sports Day for my older son.  As a parent volunteer, I dressed in a pair of red jeans and led a group of color-coordinated kids around the schoolyard, encouraging them to do their best ‘throwing the hopper’, shooting baskets, and skipping rope.  They ran and jumped and shot their little hearts out.  At…