Lessons from Twizzlers

After college, Ryan and I were in a bowling league with two of our dear friends.

That painful season is proof that bowling leagues should think about minimum bowling averages to keep out people who can’t bowl but like to drink beer and eat candy instead of keeping track of pesky distractions, like my turn to bowl.

Yet in typical glass-half-full fashion, I can think of a few things bowling clarified for me. Or the bowling alley. Or Twizzlers.

I’m talking about it over at Sluiter Nation, where I’ve been recruited!

I’d let Katie recruit me for just about anything. She’s funny, poignant, and a fellow Michigander. In addition to raising an adorable toddler dynamo and growing his little brother, she writes at Sluiter Nation and reviews books at Katie’s Bookcase, but even more dear to my heart, she is a teacher who loves her job, the kind of high school teacher I would love for my kids to have one day!

If you're visiting from Sluiter Nation, welcome! I’d love it if you looked around a bit. Feel free to listen in as I write to Abbey on her first day of school, remind myself about what matters, and disagree with (the slightly more successful than me) Stephen King.