Why I Climb
On this Mother’s Day, I climb for my mom. My mom lost her brother to cancer when she was about 30 years old. At that time, she had four kids to keep her busy—including my twin sister and I, who had been born approximately 6 months before my uncle’s death. When I think of words like, “strong,” “caring,” “kind,” or “patient,” I think of my mom. Click the link above to read more tributes to awesome women. And to all the moms out there, have a Happy Mother’s Day!
