Our Crooked Little Cabin

Standing at a safe distance, our realtor gestured with a shrug toward the front door and said, “You can go inside if you want, but I’m not going in there.”

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The Moves of a High School Wrestler’s Mom

We have rarely felt the urge to tuck an imaginary football under our arm and run toward the goal line.

You will not see us dribbling an invisible basketball from the bleachers.

But wrestling?  Wrestling can turn the sweetest, most gentle spirited mom into a gritty grappler.

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