J une means having the same conversation over and over again. Not that October doesn’t mean that, let me be clear. The difference during the summer months is that there are no breaks, no pauses in my ongoing dialogue with The Three to allow me the comforting illusion that we are addressing different issues every day. When school is in session, I pack them off for a six-hour period of separation where they live their lives out of my sight. This isn’t a bad thing. Under the tutelage of responsible, engaged adults who are not myself, the children are exposed to a variety of interests and emphases that are also not mine. Best of all, I like to think that these teachers and mentors…