I fell asleep last night to the soft sound of our daughter snoring next to me, and I woke up to a small warm hand stroking my back. I turned over under the poofy down comforter to face her, and there was her smiling chubby-cheeked face buried in my husband’s pillow, her swim meet hair … Continue reading Mother daughter interlude
Orange and maroon are on the move, like a river burbling down the sidewalk, like burgundy water roiling with golden Koi. From my perch on a grassy hill, I see a sea of wine and oranges, a teeming tide of tee-shirts that streams towards the stadium. I hear the laughter and drunken hoots of Hokie … Continue reading Orange and maroon on the move
Little girls in pajama pants and dripping swim caps, the insides of their arms marked with Sharpie charts – Event | Heat | Lane – play UNO and eat nachos on the floor. They giggle and dance and grab each other’s wrists to read the numbers when the loudspeaker announces “Event 57, Girls 10 and … Continue reading “You want some? We can share.” Kid sport culture.
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