I recently witnessed a support group in action – and it was comprised of four-year-olds. It was the end of a weary day, and I was picking up my daughter from pre-school. As usual, I was in a hurry to get her home. After all, we had a schedule to follow: dinner, some mandatory fun, and bedtime rituals. I was also preoccupied – dwelling on work I … Continue reading the story "The Youngest Support Group"