It is my great pleasure to finally get to share the essay I wrote about my mom for Listen To Your Mother, Austin.  You can read it in its entirety on The Mid.  Somehow I missed the original posting (and that should tell you how crazy my life has been lately) but better late than never, right?  Such a great honor to have the essay posted on a site I like so well!

Please go give The Mid and my mother some love…

My mother was an athlete. She played baseball so well that she was scouted by a major league team, who thought the Jo Young they kept hearing about was a Joseph, not a Joan. The scout told her coach it was a damn shame she wasn’t a boy, because he would have recruited the multitalented girl. She was a shortstop phenom, who could hit a home run from a crouched position and play catcher like she was Johnny Bench.