Welcome to Cunningham’s Court. Grab my hand; I’ll take you back to when I grew up and Dad ruled the court. He might be playing, coaching, owning an NBA franchise, or commentating for CBS, but for me, his greatest achievement was being my Dad. And now that I’m a parent, he’s my muse.
I always thought there’s a giant stadium (the Spectrum) in my Dad’s head. Of course, not everyone could be the player or the coach, but we all made up the different parts of the game. Yes, we had the x’s and the o’s, but there were the salespeople, sportswriters, photographers, fans, janitors, and oh how… Continue reading What Our Father Figures Taught Us About Life
Sometimes life is hard, and when you’re excited, it’s going to get easy; it gets worse. Just like that. So Dad sends me a video of a girl who has a 2% chance of surviving cancer. She wrote a song, “It’s Okay,” and performed it on ‘America’s Got Talent.’ If the song wasn’t emotional enough,… Continue reading Can “I Believe” Too?
In my mind, my Dad’s been a coach his whole life. Heck, he must have been born a coach. And I was always the spectator. He coached, and I cheered–we lived by the roles that suited us best. But I never imagined the day when we would have to switch roles—the father-daughter version of “Freaky… Continue reading “Freaky Friday” With A Twist-Step Into My Shoes
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