The math of modern physics seems to produce strange new landscapes of parallel universes and wormholes to make travel between eleven dimensions possible. Is heaven succh a dimension, or is hell? Is this where we travel when we die? Perhaps our journey has already begun with good and evil at our side.

Honestly is a humorous glimpse at the memories of growing up in a family of two parents and ten children. The names have been changed, so as to not impugn the character of any of my siblings. What could be taken from this effort is that the very young are not necessarily as responsible for their antics as older folk, but as one matures, they are held more accountable. This is as it should be. We must remember that character is built over time, and so our toleration flows more easily for the immature. We see humor in the reflection of our own childhood and delight in the innocence of all...