Dear Girlfriends, In Dallas, I look out my car window as my son, Scott, walks briskly to the car. He looks like the picture of health. But looks are deceiving. As he folds himself into the car, I know that my strapping young son is pumped full drugs as he fends off AIDS. He’s HIV infected. While I was in …

Dear Girlfriends, Before my adventure to India, hope was a pretty generic, overused word as I looked out my bus window of life. I hoped to land a new client. I hoped the kids would enjoy their vacation. I hoped Steve would rub my feet (yes, hope springs eternal). But on the ground in India, hope took on an altogether …