When my youngest son, Martin, chased gap-toothed girls through a dusty schoolyard, he carried a tiny Star Trek shuttlecraft in the front pocket of his jeans. “Vroooooooooom! Ba-ba-ba-ba-bing! Bing!” The shuttlecraft — torpedos armed and ready — made the noise of a boy’s pursed lips. It flew graceful arcs, one hand over head, around body, swooped …
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I Come in Peace
A man called my cell phone. I didn’t catch the call, heard the ring as the shower pelted me with heat and hope. He left a short message, just a macho first name and telephone number. I stood in the bathroom, heat pouring from my hands, dialed his number. “Hi! Is this Rocco? This is …