Graduation season reminds me that you can do a whole lot worse than give your heart to a college.
I recently watched my granddaughter and other teens with Down syndrome perform Shakespeare—with emotion, wit and passion.
Each autumn, Fourth Presbyterian Church's sanctuary is full to overflowing with Jewish worshipers attending High Holy Days observances.
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