Dear Reader, I have a theory that underneath our adult exteriors hides a version of our seven year old selves that likes to get out once in a while. I've long since outgrown the pastel pink heart wall paper that I choose when I was 10 and that still hangs on the walls of the bedroom where I grew up (and where I'm sleeping now), but I've never really given up on the idea of being a dancer or an ice skater (Or both! Why choose?!) So when my mother asked me if there was anything I wanted for my birthday this year, I asked for figure skates. Just like the wallpaper, these were duly picked out by me and paid for by my parents. (Thanks, Mom and Dad!) And I signed up for adult Learn to Skate classes at the ice rink in Tulsa. Class 1, Lesson 1, Demonstration 1: How to fall without bruising a tailbone or blowing out a wrist. (Hint: This is one of those times when a little extra padding around the hips helps. Pass the donuts.) While I appreciate the v...
2021 and I'm still trying to remember which box I packed my sense of adventure in. Weaving and baking and walking the dogs until I can find it.