I attended Nana’s funeral, or celebrated her life (as I like to think of it), on January 9, 2014. The fact that I was able to be in New York to do so was largely up to chance. (See: Buffalo blizzard) I was fortunate that the polar vortex hit exactly…
During my visit home this past weekend I learned a valuable lesson about bumps in the road. My first day home (Friday, March 22) went a little something like this: the morning started wonderfully; the sun was shining as I drove my mom to work. After dropping her off, I…