Peace by Ryan Krzykowski What comes to mind when we think of the word peace?  Maybe the absence of conflict or the end of a war.  Maybe a visual symbol, like a dove or two fingers in the air.  Whatever it is, it likely doesn't involve...

Renewal by Ryan Krzykowski I used to be a youth.  I used to be a young man.  That's no longer the case.  Last week I turned 49, which I understand isn't exactly over the hill.  However, at the risk of sounding morbid, there's a decent chance...

Controllables by Ryan Krzykowski Last week was crazy.  Coming off a six-day weekend for our school district (one snow day, two days off for parent conferences, followed by President's Day on Monday), we proceeded to have classes canceled on...