We said goodbye to Grandma last week. She was 94-years-old. Ninety. Four. Born in 1922. History is not my expertise, but I would doubt...

The first Friday in March will always be Tumor Day. Eight years ago, a small crowd of doctors and nurses came behind my curtain in the...

Right before Christmas at a family dinner, 60 Minutes was on in the background and I sat down to watch their feature on The White...

I know it’s almost Valentine’s Day and I’m SUPPOSED to be talking about finding that *special* gift for that *certain* someone, but if...

It’s from the social workers on 4 Henson, the hematology oncology unit at Children’s Mercy. Our partnership with Supporting Kids...

“I love feeling small. It might be my favorite feeling.” I said these words (not ironically) to Smitty as we were driving home, stuffed,...

Sometimes I love the internet. Maybe 26.74% of the time. It definitely earned some bonus points last week when it introduced me to my new...

If you want to see my head explode, ask me about spa software. For real, if you or anyone you know is a smartypants developer and wants...

One of the things I love most about getting older is how much stuff I’ve taken (or have had taken, by force) off my plate. I know...

They say to find what you were born to do you should focus on what gets you fired up. What makes you angry. What really gets your blood...