Over the Delaware River and through the woods, to Grandmother’s house we go. A nice lyric. A lovely cliché. Yet it’s not always the case. Not everyone has family with whom to spend …

Over the Delaware River and through the woods, to Grandmother’s house we go. A nice lyric. A lovely cliché. Yet it’s not always the case. Not everyone has family with whom to spend …

I was recently walking the dogs on a very blustery day. A homemade campaign sign from a neighbor’s yard flew across our path. The sign was handmade because my neighbor’s first sign, …