Summary: “A season is a lifetime.” Let me catch the infrequent reader up. In July, my husband, Brian, and I made the hardest decision our marriage has faced: To keep our son Zane safe, we sent him to a “boarding school” over the mountain and across the desert. Frequent readers dove right in, lighting candles and sprinkling pixie dust, and, like Tinker Bell, we survived on your belief. Last weekend, Brian and I got up at 4 a.m. and flew down to El Paso.
