Button up your overcoat

Rev. Cheryl Cruce Columnist As our world braces for winter storms, I can still see myself as a little girl, standing at the edge of the road, waiting for the school bus, tightly buttoned in my overcoat, gloved hands pressed close to keep out the cold. Why this memory surfaces now, I cannot say—except for the coat. It was a warm shade of brown, trimmed with a soft, furry collar. Inside, a fleece lining held back the chill. Large buttons marched down the front, each one different, as if chose