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
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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.
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?