May 8, 2003, will always be the day my existence split into ‘before’ and ‘after.’ My knees buckled when I heard: “You have cancer.” Flashes of my life moved beyond anything I wanted to comprehend. I had limited time. All the plans vanished with a silent pop. The humming in my ears grew deafening. When ...

I was thinking about the old saying “it takes a village” the other day. I come from a blended family. My parents divorced when I was a toddler and a decade later, my mother married another man and they had a son. I am beyond grateful to have a wonderful step-dad and a loving little ...