I am every bit as inquisitive as your average 3 year old, complete with the charm, emotional warmth and the dust-free conscience that makes them so dear. I love basketball, books, and good food. And I love God (which means I love humanity).
My brother's terror had only just begun the moment my father referred him to me. Paper on hand, his face a confused mask of apprehension and utter agony with a note instructing me to take a thoughtful look at his... Continue Reading →