There Are A Lot of Reasons Why I’m Crying. (But it’s probably not because of tennis.)

On the way to Dick’s on Saturday, Ryan and I had the following conversation: Ryan: Hey, so I talked to our friend and she’s going to put together a beginner’s tennis league for women and it’ll be on Sundays. She said that will be best for you and your schedule since you’ll be working. Me: That’s really sweet! Yeah, I talked to her a few … Continue reading There Are A Lot of Reasons Why I’m Crying. (But it’s probably not because of tennis.)

I Was Forty-Five at the Time

I started reading essays by Erma Bombeck ten years ago, by the glow of my daughters’ nightlight during a particularly difficult time in our lives. We were moving back to Cincinnati after our overseas assignment in Italy and living with my parents, since we had sold our house the previous year. What I had imagined to be a very romantic and adventurous experience just outside … Continue reading I Was Forty-Five at the Time