I’m all in on the Olympics this month. (Read my blog post from earlier this week about my love of them here.) And no matter what anybody says about brotherhood and world peace and all that jazz, the Olympics are about winning. So, maybe the silver is kinda okay, but the bronze. Bah-boom.* Everybody wants […]
I’m ready. I’ve got two projects I want to finish, one knitted, one crocheted, on the needles, and I’ve warned my husband that we’ll be eating our dinners in front of the TV for the next couple weeks. Because: Olympics. Because: Winter Olympics. I love them. I love watching the Olympics, especially the Winter Olympics. […]
Yesterday, I wrote about watching the Winter Olympics and how Bode Miller winning gold inspired thoughts about stepping up to the plate. Today the subject is story. My daughter and I were watching the men's ski cross races on Sunday night. This is a relatively new sport, and, correct me if I'm wrong, but I […]
So, I wrote a post about Michael Phelps last week and how he used rejection and ridicule (who's laughing now, twitty teenagers who made fun of him? Huh? Huh?) to spur himself on. I mentioned that perhaps we writers could take a page from ol' Michael's book and use that same technique when we get […]
Michael Phelps is writing a book. I'm guessing, just a wild stab, that somewhere near Baltimore a ghostwriter hit the jackpot and will spend the next month hanging on every word Phelps says. They are getting this baby out in time for Christmas, so its obvious Phelps is not going to write it himself. The […]
I adore Michael Phelps almost as much as I love his mother. I think I just love seeing the two of them together because it reminds me of my relationship with my own adored son, Lewis. There's just something so unique about that mother-son relationship. Of course, the mother-daughter relationship is special and unique also […]
