One shot. Win or go home. That's what today's game came down to. One shot. It was a shot she'd made hundreds of times in practice, in that alone time in the gym when no one was there, during the... Continue Reading →
The last couple of years, we've not had good luck with the cats in our lives. The cat our daughters grew up with, Slick, was 15 or 16 years old, but had stopped eating, so we'd scheduled an appointment at... Continue Reading →

