Letter From the Editor
In our house, summer announces itself as a familiar soundtrack: the pitter-patter of feet running down the hallway and out the back door, early morning games of tag in the yard, cannonball splashes into the deep end of the pool. My kids would probably start defining summer by what it isn’t before they could get to what it is. Instead of classrooms and homework, practice and school projects, summer is bathing suits all day and steady reminders to put on more sunblock. It’s iced tea on the porch and playing till long after dusk. It is boundless and untold. Simply put, they’d tell you that summer is freedom. There seems to be a consensus on this topic among children, an understanding of summer’s sacredness. I love to watch my own kids…