Bandaids = Love

Like most, I remember specific moments from my childhood.  It’s strange, how certain selective moments got stuck in my memory.  I guess it’s just what seemed to matter most to me at that particular time. I remember being at a friend’s house once when she got a small cut on her knee.  When we went…

The Root of Intentions

My mother had great intentions.  She was on a life long mission to convert everyone she encountered to Christianity.  But, her approach was too demanding and rigid.  It is very sad to say that I honestly believe she did more harm than good. She interpreted the Bible very literally and if she could not make…

The Origin of Children

Luckily, I don’t think my children ever asked me point blank “where do babies come from?”.  If they had I don’t know what I would have said, but it might have been something like, “Well, you see babies, uh… well when mommies and daddies, uh… oh look, there’s Dairy Queen, want an ice cream?” Fortunately,…