Tag Archives: Hillary Lyon

My mentor brought the thing in, slung over her shoulder like a sleeping child, and carefully laid it down on the wooden pew.  It was wrapped tightly in a sheathing of white samite — I was unaware that people still … Continue reading →

Roland volunteered because he loves our country, our way of life, our electoral process. He had no problem arriving at the polling station at four a.m. in order to to set up booths and what-not. The doors opened at six; … Continue reading →