Last week, I wrote about my son. He didn't make the high school baseball team. He was devastated. We were heartbroken for him. It was a hard day. Later that evening, I received a private message from a young woman who'd come into my boutique once or twice. She'd read my blog and asked if… Continue reading The Kindness of Strangers
He didn't make the team. Three days of tryouts, drills, and tired bones. Three days of holding my breath every time he took the field. Optimism has turned to defeat. And I can't fix it. When he was little, and broke his Thomas the Tank Engine train track, I fixed it. When he scraped his… Continue reading When You Can’t Fix Things
High school baseball tryouts were yesterday. I know this, because for the past few weeks my oldest has been asking if I've signed him up for it. Even after I printed off the registration, handed it to him, and found all of his gear, placing it on his bed. Make no mistake - I signed… Continue reading Leave the Heels, Take the Bat.