The Godless Life

Despite my many faults, I'm a nice guy. I can be too sarcastic for some, and lately I've been cranky because of a growing sleep deficit, but those who know me know I'm a caring, good-natured person. This is not meant to sound self-serving. Think of it as background context for the anecdote I'm about to share. So I have an out-of-town cousin staying with us this month. She's 25, bubbly, very sweet, and hoping to make her mark in NYC as a singer. She's crashing on our living room couch until she finds a place of her own. I've known her since she was a toddler. Her family has treated me like one of their own since I was a boy. I have a deep bond with them. There's a lot of love and respect between us. My 25 year old cousin knows this. For a few moments yesterday, ...