Ladies bring grace to the local golf course

Bravely we forged ahead under blackened skies, battered by fierce wind gusts and assailed by rain. Thunder and lightening loomed, imminent and menacing. Still, we golfed. We were three women, afoot, seemingly alone in the great expanse, vulnerable, and driven. Wind, rain, thunder, lightening, nor sleet (though that probably wasn’t much of a threat in July) would interfere with our determination to complete the first nine holes of the Ritzville Golf Course on that dark and stormy day.

Through the gloom there appeared a vision: our husbands were teeing up on the fairway we had just traversed. We...