Realizing that childhood is fleeting, for better or worse
At a luncheon last winter, I sat next to a woman whose son, a high school junior, was about to go to Japan for four months. It was a special honor to be chosen for the program, and…
At a luncheon last winter, I sat next to a woman whose son, a high school junior, was about to go to Japan for four months. It was a special honor to be chosen for the program, and…