Dink

(Or awkward is at least something)

I’m taking pickleball lessons, because:

1. My son, Briggs, used to play street pickleball with me in front of our house in Andover. By “play,” I mean we batted a pickleball back and forth in the street and made up our own rules.

2. The old me never officially played. I have a hard time returning to things I did before becoming a Cancer Shark. Writing is one of …