One day, one of the women on my tennis team told me about Luciano’s, a small yet elegant Italian restaurant near my house. I was anxious to go. Blake and I walked up to the door and it looked beautiful. I opened the door and saw the dreaded white tablecloths. Don’t get me wro...
It is not hyperbole to say I would not be here writing this today if it weren’t for my sister, Julie. She was here in my (and James’) darkest hours and she has remained present when I’ve needed her, nearby when I was uncertain and at a distance when I had to go it alone. ...