…feet in a perfect flow of motion and balance. Her arms whirl as she readies for a shot at the goal. I watch the golden motion of her French braid, and I remember helping her with it just this morning. I remember restraining the tears that burned against this simple intimate pleasure between mother and daughter. The ball slaps the net, scoring another point, and my throat resists as I try to shout for her succ…
F.P. Wilson