Sundays are typically a day of rest at our place, but this Sunday is one of deep sadness and reflection. Sadness over the latest victims of our inflamed national rhetoric (a nine-year-old child? come on!) and reflection on what we as a people have become.. It is a rare moment when I actually am grateful that my mother and father -- who bled red, white and blue for the United States of America -- have left this mortal coil.
A long walk through the snow offers no answers. No insights. Only frozen tears.