Presents Fulghum's thoughts on the secret life (that nonstop epic playing inside our heads, where all our best-laid dreams are hatched), on barbershop mythology, the shifting signifcance of nicknames over the course of a lifetime, or the circumstances of one's own conception. Contemplate along with him the revelations afforded by ironing a shirt, a rousing session of musical chairs, or the ethical struggle to decide a poinsettia's fate; acknowledge that love indeed transcends the ravages of time and that some family secrets can be gifts of joy.