Dear Susan, I think what ever you reach for in a time of crisis is something you hold dear. When I finally made it from Manhattan to my house in New Jersey on September 11, 2001, the first thing I did was to grab my rosary, even though I hadn’t actually prayed it in… Continue reading Ring Around the Rosary
Dear Anne, Ever since my parents took me to see Ring of Bright Water at the Mount Vernon Drive-in when I was 4, I have loved otters. And why not, just look at those adorable faces. In a real bucket list experience, during my recent trip to Alaska I spent a couple of hours just… Continue reading Living an Otterly Joyful Life
Dear Susan, If I were giving you a presentation, would you be offended if I turned my back on you or would it make you pay more attention to my PowerPoint? That kind of sums up the arguments of those for and against having Mass ad orientem, with the priest facing away from the… Continue reading Much Ado About Ad Orientem
Dear Anne, Do you think I can be holy? Okay, I’m sure you just snorted coffee out your nose when you read that. Maybe because you were with me in Nags Head in 1987 for that little incident involving a street sign and a Molly Hatchet roadie—admittedly, not my holiest moment. But this weekend… Continue reading Holy? Who, me?!
Dear Susan, Leave it to Pope Francis to upstage us. After months of planning to make this past year all about us and our Golden Jubilee celebration, the Pope did a mic drop, declaring the Extraordinary Jubilee of Mercy right in the middle of our special time. I find it no accident that having… Continue reading A Tale of Two Jubilees: Mercy or Me?
Dear Anne, Fifteen years ago, four airplanes (and the monsters that flew them) turned our world upside down. Eight years later, a plane that landed safely on the Hudson (and Chesley Sullenberger, the hero who flew it) lifted the hearts of the whole country, not just New York City. I went to see the movie… Continue reading Called to Serve, Called to Prepare: Lessons From Captain Sully and Our First Responders
Dear Anne, How does a nice Catholic girl like me end up at the new Mormon Temple in Philadelphia, on my birthday, no less? No, I wasn’t swayed by adorable young men on bikes to convert and I didn’t get lost on the way to our cathedral which is virtually next door. The temple has… Continue reading Philadelphia Freedom