Friday night plight: Struggling in a sport? No one cares once high school ends

It's Friday, which typically means high schools here in Texas and in Ohio, where I grew up, have football games this evening. The games aren't for everyone, but they can be fun to watch, especially if you know a player. They most certainly are not fun, though, if you are watching from the sidelines. By… Continue reading Friday night plight: Struggling in a sport? No one cares once high school ends

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No major yet? Don’t fret, college students

My cousin (-in-law) graduated from high school in the spring, and I was super proud of him. He was among the top academic performers in a Lubbock-area class that seemed to be an extremely competitive group. That, and like his older sister, he's just a good person raised by good people. Many of his classmates… Continue reading No major yet? Don’t fret, college students

I was a 3rd-string quarterback, Part 2

Read Part 1 of this series with an obvious ending here! I had to throw the ball better. I worked on tightening the spiral of the football and being aware of when it left my hand—if I let it go too soon, the ball would go over the receiver's head; if I let it go… Continue reading I was a 3rd-string quarterback, Part 2

I was a 3rd-string quarterback, Part 1

For proof that dreams do come true—and that we should also be careful of what we wish for—I'm transported back to the 10th grade. The summer of 1995 is a sweaty, dusty blur that is forever ago yet easily recalled by Montel Jordan's "This is How We Do It." I was 15. A young woman… Continue reading I was a 3rd-string quarterback, Part 1