Dusty photos hang on the wallsWhere reality’s silhouette calls Her spinning wheel, her smile, and her soft handsThey were there first, where the hourglass stands Now, cobwebs grow between the frames and windowsWhere nostalgia dwells on the lunar shadows Editor: Erynn Crittenden  

The holidays are supposed to be a joyous time where you have a warm drink of your choice.  You are looking forward to seeing your family that you only see on Thanksgiving and Christmas. This year will be a little different. We may not be allowed to be physically together for the holidays, but I ...