By Lisa Hamilton

Undoubtedly every year, somewhere between Aunt Mary’s famous mashed

potatoes and Marie Calendar’s warm pumpkin pie, the unspoken tradition

of “remember when….”

By Lauren Hasson

A large, cathedral dome was washed in a clear, emerald green light.  Sitting in a chair looking up at the ceiling, I held the tender hand of my mother’s in mine.  We spent some time in silence, looking at the beauty of the architecture highlighted in this majestic…