FROM THE EDITOR
2014 A YEAR of FIRSTS ...Pass it on! The first time my feet hit the ball-hockey rink, I felt truly alive—more alive than in years. It was the spring of 2011, and after miscarrying for the eighth time, I was feeling very angry with my body. I knew I had to give myself some love. So I did something really scary: I joined an outdoor women’s ball hockey league. I’d played field hockey, but never ball hockey or ice hockey. Before joining, I watched a game and noted how skilled many of the women were and how much running was involved. This just terrified me further. On game day, I hoped for rain. No such luck—it was a breezy, beautiful spring evening. When my first shift came, I just went for…