On that crisp September evening, we put our children to bed, wrapped up our plans, packed our lunches for the following day.
It’s becoming a bit of a challenge to write here every day. I’m weary of talking about the virus. I’m weary of talking about the protests. Being tired doesn’t mean that I’m dismissing the importance of either issue. But it does make me think about where I’m having an impact. I’m not going to change …