Dear Susan, I knew my check-up had taken a strange turn when my doctor wrote down the name of a personal device on a prescription pad, while giving me a knowing look and assuring me, “It’s made in Denmark.” “Oh, Denmark,” I repeated, unsure of how we ended up on this particular topic. Maybe… Continue reading Good Vibrations: Saintly Advice for Dry Spells
Dear Anne, When I talk about walking the Via Dolorosa, the Way of the Cross, in Jerusalem, what do you think of? A solemn procession through ancient stone pathways, prayerful and reflective? Well, you have the stone pathways and the prayer part right, but it’s not aways solemn and reflective. The Via Dolorosa isn’t some… Continue reading Driven to Distraction, Walking the Via Dolorosa
Dear Anne, Well, it happened again. The Holy Land brought me to tears when I least expected it. After last year’s pilgrimage, I was prepared to be knocked on my heels by the big moments. Waiting to go down the ancient steps in the Church of the Nativity to the very spot of Jesus’ birth,… Continue reading Crying Where Jesus Walked. Again.
Dear Susan, Despite knowing something has been off for the last 30 years or so, I was surprised to hear the diagnosis. The day after we returned from the Holy Land last year, a doctor told me I had type 2 bipolar disorder. For the uninitiated, this is the type of bipolar disorder where you… Continue reading My Funny Valentine
Dear Anne, Greetings from the center of the world! I know Times Square tries to claim that title, but I think it’s Jerusalem. Here I am, about to head off on another pilgrimage, savoring the sights and sounds and feel of this exotic, even mysterious, city. There is an energy to Jerusalem, especially in the Old City,… Continue reading From Jerusalem, The Center of the World
Dear Susan, The cow was one of the worst gifts I ever got. In a departure from his usual Scrooge-like behavior, my boss at the time decided to give his staff Christmas gifts of little Cow Parade statuettes that depicted characters from the Wizard of Oz. One of the assistants got a Glinda the Good… Continue reading Lions and Tigers and …Charisms? Oh My!
Dear Anne, On a blustery December Saturday, I found myself in the Ukrainian American Hall in Philadelphia, in something akin to the yoga warrior pose, praying the rosary (and praying I didn’t fall over). No, I hadn’t stumbled into an ashram run by a band of 60’s throwback nuns, I was practicing SoulCore, a beautiful combination of exercise and… Continue reading Exercising The Fruits of The Holy Spirit. And My Thighs, Too.