A Different Independence Day

Finding Hope In This Dark Moment

Photo by Harrison Mitchell on Unsplash

On Independence Day, when I was growing up, we would go to cookouts at the Weinstein’s* house. There was always a kickball game, adults vs. kids and when the sun went down, Mr. Weinstein handed out sparklers to all of us children and his teenage sons set off fountains, firecrackers and bottle rockets way down on the lawn while we, awestruck and exhausted…