I must admit maybe I am a piece of history after all.

My generation of bossy confident baby-boom women were something brand new in history. Our energy and assertiveness weren't created by Betty Friedan unknown before her 1963 book or by Gloria Steinem whose political activism as even the Lifetime profile admitted did not begin until 1969.

I admit it: I had fun watching right-wingers go wild as health reform finally became law.

I admit I can't shake the idea that there is virtue in suffering that there is a sort of psychic economy whereby if you embrace success happiness and comfort these things have to be paid for.

We need religion as a guide. We need it because we are imperfect. Our government needs the church because only those humble enough to admit they are sinners can bring to democracy the tolerance it requires in order to survive.

But at any rate the point is that God is what nobody admits to being and everybody really is.

We are willing enough to praise freedom when she is safely tucked away in the past and cannot be a nuisance. In the present amidst dangers whose outcome we cannot foresee we get nervous about her and admit censorship.

God's forgiveness allows us to be honest with ourselves. We recognize our imperfections admit our failures and plead to God for clemency.

Fear is the thought of admitted inferiority.

I had one fight in my adult life. I had the famous '89 fight with Nicole which she admits that she initiated the physical part.