totallytinab

I was born in Baltimore in 1966. That makes me almost 45. Yikes, I can’t believe I am that old. I really don’t feel it, but I do have the wrinkles to prove it. I am the third of four kids born to Norma and Bill. I had a pretty normal childhood. I remember being happy and content and not having much to worry about when I was little. I started playing golf in 1978. My mom started playing with the ladies at the Country Club where we were members because my dad worked for Bethlehem Steel. My dad grew up caddying as a kid and my mom taking up the game made him start to play more regularly again. I have fond memories of summers spent playing golf, swimming, and hanging out at the club.

Things changed in the Fall of 1980. My dad was diagnosed with cancer and died in December of that year. I remember my mom telling me that I should continue to play golf because there would maybe be a chance of a future golf scholarship. She was right. I continued to play in local tournaments and gained the attention of a few schools. I chose Longwood College and enrolled in the Fall of 1984.