In The Olympics of Life, I Want a Coach

I wish I could take credit for the piece of writing I am going to share with you today. I didn’t write it, no. But I sure as hell try to live by it. This article by Mary Schmich was published in the Chicago Tribune on 18th February 1998: “I want a coach. Not a coach as in Cinderella’s renovated pumpkin. Not a Coach as in a pricey shoulder bag. I want a coach like an Olympic coach. I want a coach to tune me up and calm me down, a coach to sigh for me and cry for me, a […]

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