We all remember Palm Sunday last year. I remember it as the first year in a long time that I did not rise early to

Reading Life through the Greatest of Books
We all remember Palm Sunday last year. I remember it as the first year in a long time that I did not rise early to
A stillness falls and dimly-lit, A bell tolls distantly, As in this life we numbly sit For what we cannot see. The words of grief
When I was in second grade, a dream came true: we got a dog. It was rather unexpected, but it was probably one of the