I have two teens. Beautiful and talented and intelligent and hilarious, the best in all the land. But teenagers nonetheless, in all their teenage glory. Sigh. They loathe correction. Of course. Bristle at the mere

Forty calls for celebration, doesn’t it, friends? Of course. Four whole decades lived out practically demands it. And so my husband, who really needs no reason at all to plan a party, got to scheming.

Forty.

Gosh, it’s noisy y’all. Pollutants are found from all sides, some come sneakily and some come in swinging, but they all clog up our hearts and minds and ears. They clog our PEACE. Pandemonium is