Remember last year’s Easter weekend?

That was a┬átext from my sister-by-choice (mine, maybe not hers) Sara Capen Salomons this morning. A little, I texted back, but I didn’t, not really. I mean, it was Easter this time last year, right? Chocolate bunnies, kids’ baskets? But then she reminded me, Sara who has more soul than I ever will. This time …