Dear Susan, “That was a true work of art.” So said my 12-year-old son, doing a 180 on the new movie, Wonder Woman. He had been reluctantly dragged along with the family to see the best blockbuster of the summer, but Gal Gadot and the power of love transformed him. As they can transform… Continue reading Wonder Woman’s Work is Never Done
There are lots of things to love about being Catholic–the Eucharist, the holy traditions and the sheer beauty of her buildings and ceremonies. But one thing that I really love about my Catholic faith is that it often makes me chuckle. While the Church was birthed by Christ, it was men, with all their… Continue reading From Sour-Faced Saints, Deliver Us! Why the Church Makes Me Smile.
Dear Anne, In 1983 I read Robert Penn Warren’s All the King’s Men in Mr. Taylor’s AP English class, a novel that still remains one of my favorites (probably because the narrator, Jack Burden, is a frustrated historian). There is a chapter in which Jack drives from Louisiana to California, reflecting on all the “selves”… Continue reading A Reunion of Friends–and of Selves
Dear Susan, We didn’t get Sluggo, our dusty brown mini-van, for me or for the kids. We got it because, after mom’s 6th stroke, she couldn’t step up high enough to get into my old car when I ferried her to our house and various doctors’ appointments. I remember the moment I broke it to… Continue reading On Humility and the Mini-Van
Dear Anne, Pentecost is my favorite Catholic feast day. Not an obvious choice, perhaps, what with Christmas and Easter in there taking up all the attention. Yes, Christmas is wonderful, with the decorations and presents and overblown expectations (did I say that?) but you know who does all that shopping and decorating, right? I’m always… Continue reading Pentecost–The Most Wonderful Time of the Year?
Dear Susan, The Ascension, veterans, the deaths of Gregg Allman and Roger Moore. There was a lot to write about this last weekend in May. However, as we wrap up the month of Mary, I wanted to end May the same way we began it, with motherhood. You wrote a few months ago about our… Continue reading From Here to Maternity
Dear Anne, When we first met, back in the Stone Age, if someone had told us we’d be the godmothers to each others’ children, we might have looked at each other and said, “Who? HER?” And I know we wouldn’t have believed that 17 years would separate my oldest child and your youngest. But last weekend,… Continue reading Of Fake Men and Fairly Wonderful Godmothers