Windows down, sunlight shining overhead, the road stretching before me. It was Memorial Day weekend, but out here, there were no crowds, no traffic to speak of…
Squirming, talking, looking out the window at the sunshine. We could not keep still. Finally, the last school bell would ring, and out of the building we would fly…
I was sitting in church with people I love listening to music my husband loves: The Seven Last Words of Christ by composer Richard Burchard. We had come because...
