Some Lessons Are Taught. The Best Ones Are Caught.
No one ever sat me down and explained it. I just watched. And somewhere along the way, I caught it. The lesson was never spoken out loud. It went something like this: There will be more hard days than perfect ones. But the perfect ones are built from the hard ones....
They Saw Me Before I Could See Myself
There’s a man standing on the guttercap. He’s pointing at the second arrow. Not saying much. Just pointing, over and over, until my eyes finally learned to live there instead of chasing the pins forty feet away. That was Dave Ladd. My first bantam coach....
The Sisterhood of the Lanes
I was probably nine. The envelope had my name on it. In real handwriting. From a real, actual professional bowler. I tore it open and there she was. Jeanne Maiden. Signed photo. To me. I stared at it like it was a relic. A woman I had only ever seen on television had...
When Your Body Writes Checks Your Mind Can’t Cash
Ten years of fire in my knees. Every step down the approach. Every frame. Every tournament where I smiled for photos while my body screamed. I gritted my teeth and played through it anyway. Because champions don’t quit, right? Wrong. There’s a breaking...
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