It’s been nearly four years since I began “Life on the Edge of Skating.” If anyone would have told me I’d still be blogging all these months later, I would have said they were crazy. Now, I wonder if I’m a candidate for a white coat with long sleeves and stylish straps that buckle in the back. But somewhere along the line, this little diary of a mad skating mother turned into something cathartic. It became a way of sharing some very personal but very universal truths about all sides of our sport.
Now, we’re about to turn in our last ticket and jump on this rollercoaster ride of rises and falls, tunnels and blindsides one more time. We’ll shriek and scream and hold our hands in the air, and when it’s all over we’ll look at one another and say we’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.
So, here we go. I have Erma and Anthony at my side. Let’s get this party started. We can rest in 2015.