Mother’s Nature
When it comes to the spirit of friendly competition, I’ve been told I can be a teensy bit … well, rabid. Oh, it’s always said in good fun, like “Whoa, Andie’s playing?! There will be blood. Ha ha!”
Yeah. Ha. Ha.
Look, it’s not like I upturn tables when I lose, or drop trou and shake my jelly when I win. I’m not sure how I got this reputation for being such a cutthroat competitor because I never thought I was all that hung up on winning. I can honestly celebrate anyone else’s victory just as easily as my own. Read more