OK. I’ve got a confession to make. Even though I’m only 59, and nowhere near retirement (like many Americans, for
I’m going to start this with a story—and I promise to keep it short. Last September, my estranged father died,
If there is one thing that can be said about 30+ eager-to-learn funeral directors in a single room, it is
I was born in the late spring of 1954, which lands me right smack dab in the middle of the
