Valor and Vanity I was four. From outside the kitchen window I could still hear the bickering as my mother chopped greens for dinner. My father buttoned up his tunic as he listened to the fuss. "I don't understand John. Don't you know what this is doing to me? Can't you see how this is… Continue reading In Remembrance – I wrote this several years ago and stumbled across it again in such a timely season. Enjoy this short story by yours truly.