As spring wraps its warm arms around the end of winter, talented athletes toss a ball into their gloves repeatedly, anxiously awaiting The Call. For major leaguers, the draft is held in June.
For Little League Coach-Pitch level, that draft is February.
I’ve been anxiously awaiting The Call. Pitchers and catchers reported to the show last week, right around the same time Bay Area winter temperatures hit the low 90s. Baseball is officially back for the 2016 season. Continue reading
Elf on the Shelf.
The phrase that strikes dread into the hearts of so many, while eliciting utter glee from others (of a much younger age). You know the type.
Regardless, this past decade transformed December into an elfin pictorial bonanza where we’re either bombarded by daily pics of insane creativity and waiflike mischief or pleas for a Facebook blocker. (The latter of which has become it’s own sport of griping.) Continue reading
Santa: Have you been good boys this year?
Search: Well, um, I’d like to be on the Nice list, please.
Scene: After school discussing the active shooter lockdown “Run, Hide and Defend Drill” at the elementary school. Continue reading
The phone rang.
I knew that number. It was the muppets’ elementary school. There was nothing good that could come of this in the middle of the day. Continue reading
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down what seemed to be a very deep well.
November is Prematurity Awareness Month. Because premature birth is the leading cause of newborn death worldwide. Continue reading
Another year, another adorable terrible twosome.
“Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing.” And so, Autobots Optimus Prime and Bumblebee took to the streets of San Jose sending a message to all other transformers: They are here. They are waiting. And they want candy. Continue reading