It is well with my soul

My mother died early yesterday morning. She was 96. For several years, she had lived in a care facility near my older sister.   Mother was a teacher. Though she suffered from dementia, Mother greeted everyone and always said thank you whenever someone did...

From Santa-god to God

“Is there a Santa?” my 6-year-old son asked. It was 1989. “Yes,” I said cautiously. “There is a Santa, and he’s Mommy and Daddy.” Concerned that my son might feel let down, I added, “There’s magic in the world, too. It’s called science.” A few years later, after my...