“You will never guess what happened in study hall today, Mom.” I look up from the lettuce leaves I am pushing around the bowl with my fork into his eager 15-year-old eyes. The story tumbles out in a rush. “We were sitting there, all quiet, working, and D. started singing, “I believe I can fly. … Continue reading Soaring
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