By Karen Borta

Okay, no big postings this week, but I did want to share a funny story.

I’m sitting in church with my family on Ash Wednesday moments before we receive the ashes on our foreheads, and my suddenly concerned nine-year-old leans over to me and whispers, “Whose ashes are they?”

It took a lot of self-control to keep it together, but I managed. Mostly.

Have a great weekend!