Gone (Egg) Hunting - No. 203
Why I speak up & the delicious ritual of hot cross buns
WHEN MY GRANDDAUGHTER RAN WITH GLEE across our backyard this past weekend, spying plastic Easter eggs hidden in the grass, I thought to myself, this is why I speak up.
Our little patch of green felt joyful after such an emotionally hard week in Nashville, but less than a mile away, funerals were underway for the three 9-year-olds and three adults gunned …