Dear Anne, “Rita couldn’t have the surgery. It’s spread to her lymph nodes.” I was at church for our annual Mass of Remembrance—a lovely Mass for all those who died in the past year, with individual candles for each of the deceased. Ironically, I was there to light the candle for my friend Claire (her… Continue reading Don’t You Forget About Me
Dear Susan, Liam woke himself up this Sunday from his standard Homily Nap saying, “I know this one!” To say this is unusually engaged behavior from our son during Mass is an understatement, so even I paid attention. The priest was talking about the internet equality meme showing a series of skeletons saying “Underneath… Continue reading A Bare Bones Season
Dear Anne, “Look for the helpers.” Those were the words Fred Rogers’ mother would say to him when he was scared by images of disasters on TV, encouraging him to look beyond the trauma and chaos to those who were stepping in to aid the afflicted. I was reminded of her wisdom these past weeks… Continue reading Look for the Helpers–And Be One, Too
Dear Susan, When I went away for school one year, I was amazed to find that an entirely new city had sprung up while I was gone. Lo and behold, an entire section of Arlington, VA had been re-developed as “Pentagon City,” complete with a new mall bearing the same name. What had… Continue reading At Last I See the Light – of the Luminous Mysteries
Dear Anne, The contentious, almost soap opera-esque Supreme Court hearings and attendant outrage have made for an anxious and depressing couple of weeks in the news. Between Facebook rantings, incessant negativity from the media and knowing that the public airing of sexual assault allegations is difficult for many people I care for, I felt like… Continue reading Come From Away–And Find Our 9/12 Selves
Dear Susan, Since we first started dating, Ted told me I should be surrounded in bubble wrap because I was so sensitive. It turns out that I am an HSP, or Highly Sensitive Person. I was amazed to find recently that you are NOT highly sensitive. In fact, counter to your natural, high-scoring, test-taking abilities,… Continue reading Highly-Sensitive…Saintliness?
Dear Anne, Every couple of months, I do something I haven’t done since I was 14 years old—I go to the orthodontist. A number of years ago I began to notice that the fine work done by Dr. Berkowitz circa 1979 was reverting back to the snuggle-tooth-smile of my adolescence. A little over a year… Continue reading When We Were Young