One morning long before I was born, my grandma’s car broke down taking my mom to school. It was a bitter winter in Detroit with snow covering the ground and that painfully cold breeze that nips at your nose. ...

A wind of change, well more of a hurricane, has blasted through my life in the last 30 days…  In any case, please accept my sincere apologies for my manic-induced neglect of this abode of bloggy bliss.   In addition to learning a...