The Only Way to Change
Snow fell on Christmas morning. From my parent’s living room in Cumberland, RI, we enjoyed a fierce, brief blizzard that blew quickly through and left blue sky behind. As the children finished opening their presents, my six-year-old son looked through the window and begged to go out to play. But we hadn’t brought all his winter gear from Portland, OR. Along with coat, hat and gloves, all he had…
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