Childhood… for some a gleeful, loving time. For others, endless trauma and despair. Like childhood, a swing can be a reflection of pure joy, letting a child soar into the sky, believing they can sweep their hand through the fleecy, luminescent clouds. For some children, however, joy is overshadowed by […]

“The Color of Freedom” by Michael J. O’ConnellA Soldier’s Perspective on the American Revolution Over us did break the April sun, warmth penetrating the depths of our cold, miserable existence. Months have seemed to drift, no rush by like the great Father Time tossing sand into the gale. The ache […]