Those four words were the name of a column I once wrote for a now defunct Christian newspaper. I hadn't written much more than family Christmas letters for a couple dozen years, but when that door opened - I walked boldly through it, regarding it as a creative outlet and opportunity to record thoughts and life stories as family history. If they happened to bring a smile to some unsuspecting reader along the way - so be it. I have that entire set of yellowing newspapers in a Rubbermaid container in the basement of our house. I picture the kids going through all the "stuff" when I leave this world and coming across the contents of that storage bin (about 2 years worth of monthly publications). My fantasy plays out with someone opening the lid and eyeing the papers. "Hey, look! It's the newspaper Mom used to write for!" Everyone stops what they are doing... they sit to take a break, passing the frail papers around the room, now filled with all my children and t...