The Apple and the Tree

I remember when I was about four waking from a bad dream.  Crying out, I yelled for my mother.  I wanted her there to comfort me, assuring me everything would be alright.  She held and rocked me until I fell back to sleep.  That’s what moms do.  They love...

The Perfect Gift

There is great fulfillment for a parent to be able to give gifts that are most wanted by their children (within reason).  I remember times waiting in long lines at the toy store for the latest and greatest model of Transformer, driving hundreds of miles in the wee...