When the Soul Starves…
To set the stage: Edy was four, and would have looked about like this: It was bedtime. She was upstairs and already tucked in, but called down to us in the kitchen and so began the following conversation: Edy: “Daddy?” Josh: “Yes?” Edy: “Can I ask you a question?” Josh: “Yes.” Edy: “My towel is still up here.” Josh: “That’s not a question, Edy.” Edy: “I don’t feel so good.” [...]