Was it a year or lives ago We took the grasses in our hands,And caught the summer flying low Over the waving meadow lands,And held it here between our hands?" ~ Bliss Carmen (1861-1929), from Low Tide at Grand Pré Here at the front edge of summer, I always enjoy revisiting this stanza. For me… Continue reading Fatherhood — Three Dads Chime In
Peace in the Home 