This last weekend I spent a lot of time getting myself ready for Lent. I de-cluttered my desk, re-organized my prayer gardens and wrote an Ash
The day before he died, my father, Robert M. Schrag, listened as I read his obituary. I pulled up a chair by the recliner in his living room, where once he had read to me and my siblings the tales of Robin Hood and the poems of Poe and Frost.
