On a coal-black, moonless night, my brother-in-law and I are on our way home. We had just spent a long, grueling day at the hospital visiting my comatose husband. We see several brake lights ahead of us. We get closer and see both lanes are blocked and the cars at…

Chocolate is my downfall. It’s my “go-to” for any reason whatsoever. Why do I like chocolate so darn much? I could guess and say maybe it’s because my father was also a chocoholic. He could eat a half-gallon of chocolate ice cream in one sitting. We even had a “candy…