And by move, I don’t mean walk down the stairs without groaning. (Although I could do that too.) In football, I played on kickoff team only (normal for a sixth-string linebacker/fullback.) Every once in a while, I’d even make a tackle on one of the three plays a game I got into.
I thought I’d lost the blaze – until the day, as a grown-ass dad, I saw fins sticking up out of the ocean.
For humankind, at least. And at least for a week. You might have seen the hashtag #bk2hk on social media. There’s a specific kindness for each of seven days, from courteous driving to sacrifice of personal wants for others to Forgive Your Foe Friday.
Every month, I compile a post called 6 Words. Ernest Hemingway inspired it when he said any story can be told in a six-word sentence. I ask bloggers, friends, strangers, and a few strange blogger friends to respond to a prompt.
Kids either. This goes for potato chips, chocolate, junk-food cereal and fast food. Between soccer matches and practice and school and Target runs, it’s easy to hit a drive-thru or snack up at the QT for a jumbo soda and a donut.
When you’re a stellar soccer girl (or her dad), though, it’s the healthier snacks that’ll keep you fueled.
With help from nuts.com, I let the girls put together their own fantasy snack pack to keep in their soccer bags. Preferably, in a pouch on the other end from their shin guards. There’s a ton of goodness on this site. And a little bit of heaven.
Endorsements find their way into every other bit of life, though. The girls cannot wear Adidas to practice because Nike sponsors our club. My former club went from Puma to Under Armor, and out went all that old gear. (Puma suited me better, by the way.)
In NASCAR, everything has sponsorship attached.
I’ve told the tales of my early days at Friday and Saturday night short tracks in North Carolina. I hoped the night’s sponsor made food. If they did, I ate. If not? Well, one Friday, I could have a free Wix filter if I wanted it.
One visit to her blog and you’ll know why. Lisa writes that her blog is about “motherhood, candy, pregnancy, tv, photography and birth, but not that in order nor in equal parts.” Her blog has morphed to one about IVF and infertility to one about breastfeeding and parenthood.
One of them, anyway. They’re in a box of some of his things I keep in my closet. My stepmom gave it to me the Christmas after dad died. There’s an Old Timer vintage pocket knife in there, a bit rusty and well loved, from years of stick whittling and fish gutting.
A couple of days ago, in the week before the 15th anniversary of his death, I gave it to her.
She makes me nervous with it. I’m sure I made dad nervous with mine. She’s used it to whittle sticks (we just whittle until there’s nothing left to whittle!), but also used it to cut the excess string off a bracelet she made me.