I have a grandson who loves to run. He is a very good runner and competes at a national level. As early as age four or five, I can remember being at his brother’s baseball game or at a park and he ...
His sun-browned fingers move deftly as he checks the irrigation system, sweat dripping from his brow beneath the shade of his sombrero. When we return home, he’ll do the same in his garden, not for ...