My kids LOOOOOVE football. They watch the games with their papa and grandma.They cheer when they cheer, scream when they scream, and consistently ask if their team is winning. Much to their grandparents disappointment though, the Wonder Twins have picked their own teams. They like the Cowboys and the Packers.
What I find more enjoyable than hearing them when a game is on, is their excitement when they catch a football. We went to a BBQ yesterday and my friends brother was throwing the ball to the boys. At first they couldn’t catch anything, but in a few minutes they were catching the football like pros. Their passing isn’t too

bad either, considering the ball is a little too big for their small hands. However, I quickly discovered that if they saw mom watching them, their concentration was shot. They were told to keep practicing and maybe they would be the next Manning brothers. That if they mad lots of money then mom wouldn’t get mad at them anymore. (I am sure that Mrs. Manning still gets upset with Eli and Peyton from time to time although her reasons may have changed a bit.)
Who knows. Do I have the next Manning brothers on my hands? Maybe. Maybe not. I am a firm believer in playing something purely for the love of it.
So with that in mind, may the Wonder Twins continue to enjoy both watching and playing football. And should they decide to play on a team throughout their childhood or longer… mom will be there trying not to cause a distraction and cheering them on.








Takes a lot of time. I know some people think the writing life is easy. It’s not. Each author is different in their approach to writing. Some plot, some fly by the seat of their pants, some do a combination of both, and some do it completely ass backwards. I would love to say that I just fly by the seat of my pants and everything magically falls into place, but that would be a lie. (And I don’t know about you, but my mama always told me not to tell a lie.)
Ok, so I wasn’t really the bad seed. Neither my mother nor my father ever called me that. I was just the difficult, determined, challenging, stubborn, and most importantly …. hard headed child. Yes, it came as no surprise to me. But to actually hear those words spoken. Out loud. In front of others.

