"Warts and all . . . "

I love that expression. But it hits close to home, as I grew up with warts and moles all over my body. Some grew and grew and kept on growing. Others would appear, then disappear, then reappear in another spot. None of my warts or moles looked pretty and round and flat like Cindy Crawford's.

Am I the only one here this morning that had to contend with barnacles on the body?

Accepting someone warts and all means taking them with all their beauty and blemishes, all their gifts and all their goofs. In real life physical warts are just plain strange. Bumpy, lumpy, rough, and scaly they spring up out of nowhere like mushrooms. Kids especially seem to grow crops of warts on their fingers and hands, making them miserably self-conscious, embarrassed, insecure.

At least t…