In these bright blue November days, a few things are turning my mind to the swift passage of time and my own frustrated desire to turn it back or hold it at bay. First, our sweet boy turned one year old this week. I simply cannot believe Lincoln is a full-year-old. I know it's cliche, but I'll ask it anyway, where has the time gone? I've probably got some company in saying that this past year has seemed so surreal. A year ago plus a few days, our social fabric was torn asunder by the unexpected result of ...