It's a Start

So I've asked my Dad to write with me.  He's a little insecure about this, certainly not because He's afraid to speak his mind, more because he's reluctant to write it.  So we'll see how this goes...mostly I'll probably post his entries for him, though I promise not to edit content (no matter how much I am tempted!) Hopefully he can learn soon how to navigate the blogging world on his own.
:-)
Maybe he'll get the hang of blogging and just take over.  Won't that be fun.
If you want to know a little bit more of what prompted me to ask him to do this, you have to read my comments under The Butterflies and that should explain. 
My intent is not to debate, though that may happen from time to time, rather it is to share our dialogue.  We welcome comments that are offered the spirit of dialogue and honest searching, though I do not promise answers or explanations.  And yes, I will, with my Dad, moderate them, especially if they draw away from the dialogue rather than enhance it.
I also wanted very much to encourage my Dad to put some of his stories in print.  I started to do some of that, and lost them.  So hopefully I can get him to use this as a means to do so.  His stories do not all directly relate to mine, but they certainly have helped to shape me.  
The first writing assignment I gave to my Dad was to tell his story of Sarah and the Apples.  I know you are all waiting with bated breath, so I'll tell him to step on it.  This hopefully will give me time to put some thoughts in writing about our butterfly dialogue.