Author Thomas Wolfe wrote a novel titled, You Cannot Go Home Again. My sister, Tracy, and I learned the meaning of that when we visited our dad in Bremerton, Washington. We left Saturday morning, April 16th, and it was a gorgeous Arizona spring day. Perfect day for traveling, and that first day was uneventful. We ...

I couldn’t keep my eyes from the windows in the classroom. I taught lessons, corrected papers, assigned homework, and answered questions. But I wasn’t there. My eyes, the windows to my soul, took my attention to the white flakes falling. No sunshine turned them into sequins like a magical fairy godmother. They fell from a ...