“That corner is haunted.” My son’s words came back to me as I sat crumpled on the sidewalk leaning against the building, cradling my right arm with my left. My husband crouched between me and my bike, peppering me with questions about what hurt.
Can you sense what’s coming just over the horizon? Look at our A/C List of events or our Fundraisers Datebook in this issue and you might think things are quiet in the world of nonprofits. You would be mistaken. While…