Saturday afternoons in our town often feel like a small celebration of everyday life. The park near the courthouse fills with families, kids run around...
Sunday afternoons in our town often revolve around the backyard grill. The smell of charcoal drifts across fences, someone down the street is mowing the...
Saturday afternoons in our town usually move at an easy pace. The farmers market spreads across the square, children weave between booths with lemonade in...
Wednesday evenings in our neighborhood often turn into small gatherings without much planning. After work at the town office, I usually stop by the local...
Thursday evenings in our town usually carry a particular rhythm. The school parking lot fills with parents waiting for basketball practice to end, someone always...