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...

The Curious Why? Why?

When I was six-years-old, my parents gave me a copy of The Curious Little Owl by Frances Ruth Keller. The story went like this. Once upon a time there was a family of owls: Father Owl, Mother Owl, and Little Owl. Though Mother and Father modeled the correct “Who?...