As a teenager, I loved to play volleyball. There was something uniquely beautiful about the bruises on my forearms, and the ability to yell to your teammates “mine” as you scramble to hit the ball and make it soar back … Continue reading
As a teenager, I loved to play volleyball. There was something uniquely beautiful about the bruises on my forearms, and the ability to yell to your teammates “mine” as you scramble to hit the ball and make it soar back … Continue reading