“Love is like riding or speaking French, if you don’t learn it young it can be hard to get the trick of it later.” – Downton Abbey I can tell you the exact moment I grew up. It was the afternoon of this Sunday last in St. Mary’s, Ind., where I said goodbye to my friend Julia. This past summer, Julia was diagnosed with lymphoma and for a while it looked like the initial outbreak would quickly fade with treatment. She resumed classes at beauty school in August and rocked the bald look better than Bruce Willis ever will. And … Continue reading Reflecting on death