When I was a teenager, I had a nickname that pointed toward....you guessed it...my height. I towered over nearly all of my classmates at a whopping 6'3". They'd cheer for me as I played basketball or volleyball, "Way to go, Stretch!" For a while, I enjoyed the attention, especially from my older brother's "super-cute" buddies.… Continue reading Stretch? Yep, that’s me.
Rhonda D. Powers 