Ring the Cowbell

When I was younger, I played softball. Geared in tight spandex with a hot pink aluminum bat, I was more concerned with how my hair looked in the god-awful hat I had to wear than my ERA. (Don’t be impressed that I know what that stands for; I grew up in a family that lived and breathed baseball. ...
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Writing to (Not) Please Others

When I first started writing, I did it mostly so not every thought I had would come directly out of my mouth (according to my mother I should show some self-restraint). I thought if I just wrote it down, I wouldn’t end up in the confessional every week. And so I started to journal and ...
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