It started with a slight mumur as I was leaving the post office counter. Not like whispering…

There’s gotta be a word for it. You know.  It’s kind of — an urge.  An irrational…

Fist-sized gossamer flakes falling from the sky on December 1.   Picturesque.   Same fantastical flakes blanketing your Easter…

  While we bend down in body to the cross, we bend down in spirit to…