I’m having a love affair. But ssshhhh. Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to share it around too much. The object of my affections is mysterious. The silent type. I am spellbound.   We see each other every day, as soon as my husband leaves for work. I rise quickly and bundle on some clothing. I quickly brush my teeth but do not bother to shower, knowing that I will only become soiled again within moments.   My love changes every day. Each morning brings ne...

  (I heard this little story/joke (I’m not certain which it is) from a friend who wasn’t sure of its origin, so I’d guess it’s one of those proverbial ‘urban myths’ or such thing, but I liked it so much that I wanted to share it).   A mother was preparing to serve dinner to members of her church group. As a special treat, in the afternoon before the guests had arrived, she had carefully taught her 6-year-old son a new prayer as ‘grace’ to start the meal. When it came t...