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Ten Throws
When I was eight years old, my parents signed me up for city league softball. We practiced twice a week and played Tuesday night games. My dad was the assistant coach and it turned out I had...
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I tend to think of my childhood as something I survived. It’s not to say my parents didn’t do their best, but unlike my siblings, I wasn’t born with obvious natural gifts, and I struggled to...
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