The Wrestling Polar Bear_More Than Just A Childhood Event_Sunday Dinners_Chris and her Daughters
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The Wrestling Polar Bear
Fans around the U.S. gather around their TV and radios waiting for their champion, Coy Frost, to make history. The announcer grabs the mic. “For the last match of the night here at the 2001 freestyle women’s wrestling tournament, we have Coy “The Polar Bear” Frost facing off the defending champion of last year’s tournament, Addo Hamadi. Coy Frost, standing at five feet, seven inches is trying to be not only the first American woman’s wrestler to win this tournament, but also the youngest at the age of 19、 The young daring wrestler came all the way from Texas, here to France for the chance at...
More Than Just A Childhood Event
As much as I hated to part with it as it took me back to my childhood I knew it was time.Toby was turning eight tomorrow and his father and I were planning to grant him his birthday wish. He was our fourth generation of Cub fans.My dad was a die hard Cub fan who took me to my first game when I was six. We had seats directly www.onedoor.ccbehind the Cub dugout. I had found a ball before the game and after the game the entire team autographed it for me. I had decided it was time to pass it on to Toby.Game day and his birthday arrived and he was knocking on my door bright and early."Morning, kiddo....
Sunday Dinners
Spoons clanking porcelain bowls make up the only sound at the dinner table, as they are passed counterclockwise and from the left. It is Sunday, the day we grown children gather to break bread with our mother. It is also June 26、 The same day my Daddy went to jail, 12 years ago. We all know it, our sighs saying more than we want to admit. But we are not permitted to utter it aloud; Mama forbids it, as though by not speaking of it, it simply fails to be true. Oh, Mama. Poor, Mama. Don’t much know if she’s holding out hope for when Daddy returns. What future would he have anyway in this world? ...
Chris and her Daughters
Standing in front of me in a dress I’d never before seen her wear, Chris, my wife, asked, “Does this make me look fat?”Being an old hand at fielding such questions I responded, “No dear, you look more lovely than usual, whom one would think, in and of itself, was unsurpassable!”Letting out a peal of girlish laughter, the kind of laugh that had been one of the many things I found so attractive about her, my wife leaned in to kiss my cheek but faded away before she could. Hey, when she’s happy I’m happy! It had been a little over a year since Chris had died from cancer, and there’s rarely a day ...