Where, O Death is Thy Sting, Where Thy Victory? The Mourning of Sitsy By Mary Watterson, Fort Collins Pet Sitter & Dog Walker Life is ironic. Some
people’s “fate” as it were, is mapped out at a very young age. We
recall Billy Jean King’s chubby little legs, taut little racquet and
determined little face when she first stormed the country at the
Junior-Infant Tennis Cup. Her little swing, her little step, even her
little foot faults, all foreshadowed a certain greatness. Simply put,
her destiny was sealed.Not so with me. (Read More) |




