How homemade stew taught me to accept love

Mary Hoover played girls’ basketball at East High School. That’s how I met her. She was one the stars of the underperforming Scarlets squad and I was sports editor of the school paper. I took my job seriously. I went to every game. I took notes. I interviewed coaches and players after games. I refusedContinue reading “How homemade stew taught me to accept love”