Today love's little pick-up truck honks down my street. The geese scatter, the chickens run. I travel on. Love is avoiding road kills. "God grant me,"my blue One Day At A Time book reads," the wisdom to know the difference between will power and willingness...." Okay maybe someone else is driving my pick-up.

And, in my church, God is a she. I think of my mother, always domininated by Pop but with her own fierce spirit. After Pop's death she said it was nice not having to balance the checkbook to the penny. And she said she understood when I didn't attend my father's memorial service.