Here’s a photo that seems innocuous enough. We’re sailing along—my son, oldest brother, and husband, and me up forward behind the camera. It’s Boxing Day, and we’ve won the winter weather lottery in Maryland, with 8-10 knots of breeze, bright, warm sun, and a sky so blue it makes your heart ache.
“Nothing gold can stay,” wrote poet Robert Frost. But of all the things I might have expected to change in this
