I Suck at Skiing So That My Sons Don’t Have To
I careened through a cloud of snow and ice down the slopes in Lake Tahoe. The ski lift at the lodge grew larger in view as I picked up speed, and I could feel the stunned stares of onlookers below. Perhaps it was my Momoa-brown hair billowing beneath my helmet or my new Rossignol skis […]
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