I was at school when our high school students left their classrooms to activate their voices. The strength of their words and the stillness of their hearts while they honored all those who have died was beyond measure.
Read MoreI recall vividly the endless hours of sitting on my son's rug while we built train tracks. It was important to find just the right pieces to create elaborate transit systems for both the battery-powered and hand-powered locomotives.
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The late winter grey skies are starting to break as the sun dares to warm our faces. I watch as the flowering plum and cherry trees dotting the streets burst into riotous blossom.
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