Picture it: A bookworm girl in her junior year of high school. 1990-something.
I’ve never feared cemeteries. As a child I wandered the small cemetery where my relatives were buried, imagining the stories of so many of the people buried there. Last night I got to walk through Green Bay’s Woodlawn Cemetery and talk with its residents, hear their stories.
On Facebook, my son’s first day of school look like this.
The reality was: Continue reading