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 twoRead More
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 hasRead More
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I’m a writer, speaker, and silver-lining finder. I love helping women ditch the baggage that God never asked us to carry.