There's some point in all of our lives when we say goodbye to our parents for the last time. If you're lucky, this experience occurs after many years of sharing good times-and bad times-with them. That point happened to me in eighth grade. My father started...

I like it disassembled and carried around in my pockets. Again, awareness has struck. I am now even more aware of the stupidity of others. On Monday I received a Facebook message from a friend explaining this year's viral campaign for breast cancer awareness....