The other night I was visiting with my brother and sister in law (actually, she was doing my hair). And in my typical style and without a moment’s notice I asked my sister in law, “Do you believe there is a purpose for your life? Do you know or sense that you are here for a unique and profound reason?” In her brilliant and hysterical way she did a slight roll of the eyes and continued to listen more than respond.
As a little girl, I would lay awake in bed wondering what the point of this whole thing was. I would repeat my name over and over again at varying tempos and with changing accents wondering how in the world and who came up with these sounds … the vowels, the consonants. Read More