Strong Arms and True Strength

“Ready, go!” were the only words I heard, and then it was over. The year was 1980, and I was competing at a Canadian Arm-wrestling Tournament on a friend’s offer to pay my entry fee. Though this was only my first victory, it propelled the course of my life—one I never could have

Learning a New Dance

At five years old, I knew exactly what I wanted.  “Mommy, I want to be a ballerina when I grow up.” Tutus and tiaras, music and applause, glitter and make up…what girl could want anything more? “Okay, sweetie,” my mom responded kindly, as she did to so many of my childhood dreams.