Why is it that the "Big Questions" always come when I'm running around and unable to formulate a good answer?
As I drove Margot to school this morning she asked, "Why did Jesus have a stepfather?"
My frazzled mind was not prepared for that one. You can bet that when I am sitting in my meeting today downtown at HHS, I won't be thinking about the editorial direction of the Office on Women's Health. Instead I'll be composing the best answer to this question (to be delivered after school) so she doesn't stop asking me the big questions.