The blood ran from the gash in my leg nearly as quickly as the tears carved tracks down my cheeks. A group of eleven-year-old girls crowded around me, staring as I sat on the ground, holding my bleeding knee. One of them spoke. The rest of them laughed. “Sssshhhh!!” she’d hissed at me. “They won’t …
Friday, I watched in amazement as my 11 year old daughter used her gymnastic skills to stand up on the back of her horse. Perfectly comfortable and with elegant balance, she made it look so easy. I know about this concept of “looks easy.” Some women seem to effortless glide through life, struggle with little, …
Fifteen years old, waking with tempered hope Christmas morning in a hotel room, I crawled out of bed and walked to the window. More snow on the ground, steam rising from the hot springs, and I felt conflicted. My parents decided this year to spend “what we would have spent” on Christmas at a resort …