How Watching my Son in the Arena Made me Brave

My eight-year-old son decided he wanted to join the local wrestling club. Many of the boys in the club have been wrestling for two, three or even four years. As a “wrestling community” it’s relatively common for children to start as young as four, at eight, my son could be considered a late adopter. PartContinue reading “How Watching my Son in the Arena Made me Brave”

Owning My Story One Blog Post at a Time

Growing up a competitive swimmer, I spent hours standing on the edge of a serene pool building up the courage to dive in. Some days it was easier than others. If it was winter, it was harder. On those days, I spent a couple of extra seconds adjusting my cap, placing my goggles, and countingContinue reading “Owning My Story One Blog Post at a Time”