1. If you don’t talk about it, it never happened.
I’ve always wanted to hear about how my Amish grandma met my non-Amish, motorcycle-riding grandpa in 1942 but she would never tell me. Anyone who can do simple math can figure out she was already pregnant with my father when they married later that same year. Always a devout Christian woman, I think that she simply choose to ignore her ‘sin’ of sex before marriage as though it never happened. Whenever I asked, she would avoid the subject altogether, offering me instead some fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies from the oven or a story about how my Dad would get up every morning at 5am before school to help milk the cows, then walk the two miles (uphill both ways) to get there.