Back to school. Where there is (no) truth to be discovered.
It’s the other evening and, as we often do, we’re playing soccer on our front lawn – the dog watching, along with the cats, along with African birds in the 40-foot palms. The boy, naturally, likes to show off by putting the ball in the big net in the most creative and dramatic ways he
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