I recently returned home from Florida by way of Georgia, Tennessee, Kentucky and Ohio on Interstate 75. As I traveled, I noticed several large Confederate
My life, so common it disappears. And sometimes, even music cannot substitute for tears. — Paul Simon, “Cool Cool River” Becoming a parent meant sacrificing my
Several years ago during the Easter vigil at Resurrection Catholic parish in my hometown of Johnstown, Pa., I found myself weeping almost uncontrollably. The Saturday
When I was growing up, our family dinner table was a favorite gathering place. We often had guests, and conversations were lively. Occasionally disagreements would
