A year ago, we spent New Year's Eve together and with a few others. Before the clock struck Midnight, we decided as a group not to share our resolutions since we often break the vows, setting ourselves up for failure. We adhere to the atavistic adage:...

Grief.  A concept one can’t fully know until it snakes around and pierces your heart like a rabid animal. I thought I was prepared for the inevitability of grief as I cared for my husband, Burt, with frontal temporal dementia (FTD) these past several...