
I love Palm Sunday, the pep rally before the big game. Up the old stone steps we walk, an assortment of colored pencils in my daughter’s hands. With a tug on the wooden doors, a handful of children turn, holding … Continue reading
I love Palm Sunday, the pep rally before the big game. Up the old stone steps we walk, an assortment of colored pencils in my daughter’s hands. With a tug on the wooden doors, a handful of children turn, holding … Continue reading