Hallway Hockey, the Good Struggle

Blood oozes slightly from my son's skinned knee. He doesn't even notice it. Our knuckles are scraped, and welts have begun to form at various spots on our bodies. We don't care. He is at one end of the hallway; I am at the other. We eye each other, studying for flaws, weaknesses and gaps. … Continue reading Hallway Hockey, the Good Struggle