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My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy
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Writing Class Radio
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Introducing…
Tennis Hag, because I’m reclaiming old womanhood.
In January 2025, I entered my first tennis tournament on the senior tour, which caters to players all over the world and into their 90s. I’m in the 55 and overs and I have to tell you, this ain’t your grandma’s tennis league. Or maybe this is exactly grandma’s tennis league. The competition is fierce.
So far, I’ve won prize money (I’m a pro!) and I am now ranked #1 in Florida (my best ranking ever!). While I wouldn’t call tournaments fun exactly—a tennis match is physically and mentally grueling—and I’ve lost some matches I thought I could win (I’m a mental case!), competing is giving me something I didn’t know I needed.
I grew up playing tennis, which got me into the University of Pennsylvania. Now, 36 years after graduating, and after a 25-year break from tennis, I’m back on the court and loving it, learning a lot.
One thing I’m learning is tennis lessons are writing lessons are life lessons.
Lesson one: You have to hit a lot of balls.
A man would never say this, but in 1986, the Penn tennis team was just bad enough to want me. I say this because it’s true and because I’ve also learned that years of hard work can bring some very good luck.
I quit tennis after college because it didn’t feel good to play when I wasn’t what I was. Then ten years ago, Allison Langer, cofounder of Writing Class Radio, suggested tennis. Allison didn’t play in college and ex-college tennis players are total snobs, so I said no. But then I softened to the idea and soon we were holding work meetings from across the net. Tennis was fun again. Or actually, tennis was fun for the first time.
As a kid, I didn’t appreciate how lucky I was to be out there running around. I didn’t know I would have been a stress mess in the rest of my life if I didn’t exert myself on the court. I didn’t notice how good it felt to hit the ball just right. But now…the slide, the swing, and the feel of the ball off the strings feels a little bit like dancing.
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