Fall is a season of beauty and loss, and October passes much too quickly.
A call from the other side, to let me know that "death is swallowed up in victory."
"See you next year, Fourth of July!" says Angelic Daughter, as she removes the special magnet denoting the day from her perpetual calendar. For the second year in a row, we didn't attend The Parade (our little town's annual event that in years past has quintupled the population for a day). It just didn't seem … Continue reading Independence