It's been a helluva year. My dad's dementia progressed to the point where he couldn't live alone, and he came to live with us. Then he ended up in the hospital - twice. When we finally got him home the second time, it lasted barely more than a week before he was back in the ER again. Now he's back in assisted care, and he seems content. Whew! There's a lot between the lines there that I have so far only expounded upon to close friends. Like the fact that while he's now happy

I'm generally not one who loves New Year's resolutions. But, I am one who believes that manifesting what one wants requires a solid plan,...