One year ago today, I last saw my mom alive.  She was in hospice care, in the final stages of liver disease brought on by prescription medication.  It was a sad, sad time.  She was suffering.  My dad was suffering.  I guess we were all suffering. In the afternoon of March 15, 2011, I leaned […]

Can it be? There is always hope.  It always happens.  Every year. Why do we worry?

National Gallery, Trafalgar Square, London  Must be one of the best places in the world.