I'm the coach's daughter turned coach.
After dedicating decades to my own athletic pursuits, my professional heartbeat centers on making sports the space where confidence grows.
I've coached over twenty State Champions, built a community to empower women in coaching, and mainly, I've learned that in all seasons of sport and life, it's simply best to show up as yourself.
To you, from Coach D. Read the latest:
Forward we go
We were so young.
Pages to fill. Chapters unwritten. Stories to live.
They were all right there. All ahead. So many blank pages.
We were so young.
Unready. Unwilling to entertain a before and after. A life without.
And yet, here we are. 13 years later.
It’s what you leave behind
It hits different each year. These milestones. Moments without you.
Like a filter sifting something new out of grief. Something to take with me. Or maybe, simply discovering something you left behind.
“I knew your dad.” I hear this, even twelve years after you’ve been gone.
The power of a thumbs up
I may have been the only Division 1 athlete to have been escorted to a college competition by her grandpa. Minivan arrival. Peanut butter sandwiches in a cooler from the seventies. If there had been a button with my face on it, he surely would’ve worn it. We rolled up to my competition in Missouri like I was ten and it was some park ‘n rec Hershey’s track meet, rather than the Sam Walton Combined Event Carnival hosted by University of Missouri that it actually was.