The noon day sun beat down on the red clay infield at Harry Harris Park. Runners on first and second squinted from the glare as they watched the pitcher's mound for the opportunity to run. Advice for the runners as well as the batter was screamed and from the stands of spectators. Adding to the...

Only Love In the bleakness of this grief, longer, darker than any night, exhausted by this endless fight and frozen, able only to weep with the inexorable tide of disablement, of anger, pain and fear. Turn now, and look behind for what has been there all the time. Only love can pu...