Reach for the Summit
Chapter One
Never Wait 'Til Next Year
When I get after something, the veins in my neck stand out. The
color begins to rise up from my collarbone, and you can see the
pulse going in my throat, and my eyes look like the high beams of an
oncoming car. I am what you would call a classic Type A
personality. An extremely demanding person. Certainly the people
close to me would tell you that, including my seven-year-old son,
Tyler. In whom, may I just say, I have met my match. The other
night, Tyler pulled out his own front tooth, and it wasn't even that
loose. The fact that it was his only remaining front tooth, and
that it bled like a slaughtered hog, and that he reminded me more
than a little bit of myself, may have accounted for the exorbitant
fee of seven dollars he received from the tooth fairy.
"Mama," Tyler says, when I get that look in my eye. "Please put
your sunglasses back on."
That's who you're dealing with here. Someone who will sell her
house to own your farm. Someone who will push you beyond all
reasonable limits. Someone who will ask you to not just fulfill
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