This year, none of my boys are on a roster. The question we get asked, always with a hint of sarcasm because it’s not like people don’t have some idea of life outside of baseball, is this: What are you going to do? In no particular order, I have some thoughts on that.
L.M. Montgomery wrote what I consider to be the happiest books of all time. When I read Anne (of Green Gables and other lovely places – 8 books in all), life tastes better. This is all the more mind-blowing to me when I read her journals and see the real person behind the books, the real person with sometimes years of more unhappiness than not (that is, if our journals tell the
I am married to a man who physically unfurls in the sun, embracing it like a worshiper at his idol. He gets all sunny from the inside, out. He tans in five minutes. He glows. The guy loves the sun. And therefore summer. I blame my modest upbringing for this – and by modest, I mean, I was barely allowed to wear shorts – but summer for me is more