All your life you pretend to be someone else, and it turns out that you were someone else pretending to be you.

Ever wonder where you'd end up if you took your dog for a walk and never once pulled back on the leash?

You spend 90% of your adult life hoping for a long rest and the last 10% trying to convince the Lord that you're actually not that tired.

If indeed the death of a child is part of a larger plan, you wonder if God ever considered a smaller plan.

As a gardener, I'm among those who believe that much of the evidence of God's existence has been planted.

Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed.

In the time it takes you to understand a 14-year-old, he turns 15.