I learned how to play chess when I was seven or eight years old. Neither of us quite remember, but my mother believes it was she who taught me the basics. I remember playing with her, and one of her cousins that Summer, but also with my father. I was not, as most children are not, a graceful loser. Most prominent in my memory is not a game of chess, but…
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