For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice. (T. S. Eliot) It was a beautiful Christmas Eve day in the burbs of Atlanta. People were out shopping at our outdoor mall in short-sleeved tee-shirts. It was a bit windy and my hair blew every which way, but the cool air felt wonderful on my face and arms. … Continue reading What will the New Year bring?