When my girls were little, whenever we traveled, we made sure we donned a first aid kit on our body.  This consisted of colorful band aids of their cartoon de jour, Neosporin, and Tylenol.  We learned to NEVER underestimate the power of a soothing voice paired with a lovingly placed band aid (and to...

If you’ve found your way to this inaugural blog, that means you are making sense of the loss of someone or something important to you.  And for that I am deeply sorry. I wish you didn’t have to learn the secret handshake that got you ushered into this awful fraternity.  But since you’re here, I’d li...