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The entire trajectory of my life would have been different had I been able to do a Catalina when I was in [Synchronized] Swim Club at Southfield High School. Not many people can put their finger on their personal critical juncture or in my… Continue Reading “Stay in Your Lane”
Our synchronized swimming coach’s name was Mrs. Hoffman. She wore polo shirts and khaki pants with a belt. She had brown hair in a short pageboy and wore a whistle on a woven lanyard around her neck. To my seventeen-year old self, she looked… Continue Reading “The Perfect Ballet Leg”
The entire trajectory of my life would have been different had I been able to do a Catalina when I was in [Synchronized] Swim Club at Southfield High School. Not many people can put their finger on their personal critical juncture or in my… Continue Reading “Stay in Your Lane”
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