Mine is a nod to my maternal grandmother. It is a concatenation of her first name and last initial.
She lived an amazing life; born in 1889 on the Minnesota prairie at a time when dying from starvation by spring or by Sioux violence was quite possible. She saw the rise of the automobile, the airplane, two world wars, man on the moon and the beginnings of the information age.
She was an incredibly tough person who raised 5 children spanning 8 years during the great depression.
And she made great cookies.
She died in 1993 of natural causes at age 104.
She lived an amazing life; born in 1889 on the Minnesota prairie at a time when dying from starvation by spring or by Sioux violence was quite possible. She saw the rise of the automobile, the airplane, two world wars, man on the moon and the beginnings of the information age.
She was an incredibly tough person who raised 5 children spanning 8 years during the great depression.
And she made great cookies.
She died in 1993 of natural causes at age 104.
So how, exactly, does God know that She's NOT a brain in a vat?