There are many stories when your girls play in a Latino soccer summer soccer league, and Christmas is be a strange time to tell one. But it was a proud moment, and as it turns out, spiritual, even.
As I scrape my windshield on winter mornings, my thoughts drift to summer.
My girls love to play. They’ll pull off a dirt road with me to a dusty field, beyond taco trucks and amid Mexican polka rattling from car stereos.
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