Tan Lines
I have been threatening a scandalous expose all summer. The time has come. “Honey, you look like one of those double-stuffed oreos from the back, except you’re milk chocolate instead of dark chocolate.” Eric shoots me a look over his shoulder. Not an appreciative-of-his-wife’s-sense-of-humor kind of look. “Whaaatttt?” “You know, baby, your tan lines. From … Continue reading
In Praise of Swim Teams and Step-Daughters
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Want to keep your kid on the straight and narrow path? With our Brady Bunch of 5 kids and endless activities, my husband and I have found no better method than hard core swim team. Think of it as our contribution to their eventual membership in the “outliers” club.
Creature from the Black Lagoon
Just when I thought I knew who I was as an athlete – a very slow distance trail runner – my foot announced that I was mistaken. Every specialist I have spoken to, including my wunderbar husband, concludes that the sport for me now is swimming. There’s some problems with this: I hate to swim and I have a phobia of dark water. What’s a girl to do?
