Three stories. ONE It is the spring of 1991, and my first wife, Alyssa, and I are at a picnic with her family. My first wife is Filipina, and she has dozens of cousins (not all blood-related), and at least twice a year, clumps of us gather for a barbecue and impromptu football games on the grass.
On the Slap
On the Slap
On the Slap
Three stories. ONE It is the spring of 1991, and my first wife, Alyssa, and I are at a picnic with her family. My first wife is Filipina, and she has dozens of cousins (not all blood-related), and at least twice a year, clumps of us gather for a barbecue and impromptu football games on the grass.