The Quick-Fix for the Hard Questions in Life

When I was a young girl, we used to go to Missouri each summer to visit my grandma. Our entire clan of aunts, uncles, and cousins would descend upon her home for our annual family reunion. As cousins, we would search in the woods for special treasures, get chigger bites by the dozen, and play all kinds of make-believe games. Being the oldest of the cousins, I soon wanted to prove I was more mature in my choice of activities and opted to join the adults.

I remember one summer, in particular, I begged my grandma to let me help with a puzzle the adults…