Smoke billowed up into the Mediterranean sky, just as the first stars began to pierce through the gentle dusk. Hushed, we crowded around the Paschal bonfire, candles in hand, eager for the Easter vigil to begin. Like many Hillsdale students, my Holy Saturday was one of prayer, community, and — at long last — celebration....
As the salmon-colored sun nestles the Florida skyline, Maddie Peter reclines on the bow of the Black Horse. Hotels and high-rises, burnished with pink-orange, fleck the coast of Clearwater Beach in front of her. Sometimes, on nights like this, dolphins glide among the boats docked at the ramp. From her place on her grandfather’s yacht...