Change always sounds wonderful until it involves, well, change.
Let’s fast-forward some sixty years from resurrection Sunday—sixty Easters.
You get what you pay for, sometimes.
The big day has come and gone. Your Easter duds now hang in a closet, waiting for the same time next year. Just make
I didn’t have a favorite team in the recent Super Bowl. Instead, like a lot of other people, I decided to root for the commercials.