Just a Little Dance with Dirt

When you think of Mother’s Day, it’s usually a scene of light, airy colors, flowers, and tasty brunch. It’s not like that around here. About 20 years ago, my mom hung up her airy colors and exchanged them for bright red. If you know her, you might think I’m talking about the crimson red of Indiana University, the site of her college years and now retirement. That red, however, is too deep. This red is the bright bold red of the Ironman triathlon symbol, a goal of my mom’s to complete since her early 40s.   (more…)