Tap Tap Tap. Anyone Out There Listening?
The day I discovered “listen” was an anagram of “silent,” my grammar nerd flag officially flew. That was until last week when I learned that both silent and listen, when rearranged, spell “lets in.” I’m going to need that flag in size Texas, please. Silent. Listen. Lets in. It usually happens in that order, doesn’t
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 classroom roll calls and corporate phone calls. 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
Laurie Davies
