The title of this blog could refer to time, meaning day after day the picture outside in Northwest Ohio is one of snow…and snow…and snow. But snow has many interpretations as does the manner in which we say “It’s snowing again.” Was that delight in your voice? Was that sarcasm

In second grade my teacher taught me the Hidden Angel game. Undoubtedly Sister Mary Sharon taught me many other things during our hour of religious instruction on Saturday afternoons, but this one I specifically remember. Game rules were easy: do a good deed without anyone seeing you. Nothing was said