“Ali Martell! Is there an Ali Martell here?” I stopped what I was doing, searching frantically up and down the aisles. I ran to the customer service desk, and there she was, perched atop the counter, sucking on a cherry flavored lollipop, happy. Clam-like happy. I thanked the red-shirted saviors…

I knew as soon as the words came out of my mouth  – three hours before the drive from Nashville back to Atlanta – that I was going to regret them. I knew. Yes, we are finally at the point where we can travel with the kids. The kids sure…