In 2014, I traded a theatrical calendar for a pharmacy schedule. My mother’s leukemia, and later her dementia, taught me things Broadway never could — mainly, that compassion isn’t a soft skill you extend when it’s convenient.

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That’s the compassion BusyGal runs on. Not the kind that pats you on the back and moves on, but the kind that actually listens to where you are — whether you’re the corporate woman terrified to hand in her notice, or the woman who’s spent 20 years running a household and wonders if any of it counts as a skill. It does. I know, because someone had to remind me of the same thing, in a Dallas kitchen, more than once.