Do what you love

My son loves wrestling. He can rattle off the signature move of nearly every D1 collegiate wrestler, his record, and what happened when he went head-to-head against each opponent. Ever. I'm not kidding; you name it, and that fact lives somewhere in my son's magic brain. Some years ago we sat next to a man... Continue Reading →

Roadblocks

High school wrestling season is almost over in Indiana. We're in the regional week of the state tournament, and that means that anyone who didn't advance past sectionals is done. Boys not moving on don't have a lot of motivation to continue practicing with the team. An injury, rehab, and some extenuating circumstances have kept my... Continue Reading →

Varsity blues

Before I start with the "real" content of this post, I want to say that I am unbelievably proud of my son, who earned his varsity letter for wrestling this year--as a freshman. He worked really, really hard and took at least his fair share of bumps and bruises--to his body and his ego. Now,... Continue Reading →

Camp notes

A little more than a week ago, I delivered my son to wrestling camp three states away. For a month. I know it sounds crazy, but unlike many moms, the idea of separating myself from my firstborn for a month never gave me pause, even for a second. Truthfully, I was just as excited about... Continue Reading →

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