I had a wake-up call this week. Not the worst kind, like a critical illness or death, but a shake-up wake-up nonetheless. I'm in the middle of a busy book tour (my book, Live a Life You Love , came out in March), but the events of last week suddenly froze time. It felt like when your heart skips a beat, pauses for a scary moment that you breathlessly feel all the way up into your neck, then heaves back into action with a huge thud against your chest wall.
My husband, who is Mexican...