“I could use some advice. Can we get together?” read the text.  It was my cousin from South Dakota. We sometimes go for a month or two without talking, so I felt a wave of concern.  He was in town on business and we met at a downtown coffee shop.  After catching up on family…

“No one wants a nice divorce lawyer,” I read in our local newspaper last week. It brought be back to 1983. “Gee whiz. I didn’t think lawyers cried,” my uncle said. I had just wept while giving the eulogy at my Dad’s funeral, less than a month after his cancer diagnosis.  I was 28 years…