I Hated Every Girl in Grade School
Growing up, I hated every girl who could skip. I sat inside at recess, watching all the skippers. No matter how hard I tried or cried, I just could … n’t. get the steps and … rhy-thm … right. I felt so uncoordinated. So clumsy. My older sister tried to teach me, but my two
How a Girl Who Couldn’t Walk Taught Me To Run
I didn’t love much about my maiden name of Huth. Americanized from the guttural, German “Hütt,” it was mispronounced in every classroom when I was a kid. But it did give me the best nickname in the history of softball. Babe Huth. I know. It almost makes me sorry for every other player who has