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.
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
I’m getting so frustrated re-remembering all that I forgot and reinventing myself. I forget that I had a trip to the underworld, and my brains, body, and emotions have had a run-in with Hades to prove it. I’ve forgotten so much; where do I begin? I try to remember the chemo boards, the photos, the… Continue reading So You Never Forget You’ve Got A Friend
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