Dear Susan, Yesterday, Ted and I set an appointment to speak with each other. Yes, it’s gotten that extreme. With a husband who travels frequently, spends the majority of his day on conference calls, and whose voicemail is always full, it can sometimes be hard to get a little face time with the one you… Continue reading Hey La, Hey La, My Boyfriend’s Back: The Case for Boyfriend Jesus
Dear Anne, Did you hear God cancelled spring up here? Winter doesn’t want to end–honestly, it feels more like January the 83rd than early April. We’ve had four snowy nor-easters in four weeks, days and days of cold rain and a lingering grey malaise even the groundhog didn’t forecast. The daffodils that should have bloomed… Continue reading We Are an Easter People–Even When it’s Snowing?
Dear Susan, As you have experienced, our house is divided into two separate kingdoms: Upper and Lower Slobovia. Lower Slobovia I can handle. It comprises the rooms I am in the most: my bedroom, the kitchen, dining room, laundry room, living room, my husband’s office (caution: there be monsters here). Upper Slobovia you enter at… Continue reading Facing the Upper Room(s)
Dear Anne, Last weekend I was riding home from a bridge tournament with my friend Megan when her twenty-something daughter called, in the throes of an anxiety attack and needing to talk with her mom. After Megan hung up, another mom who was with us said her daughter struggled with anxiety, too. That got us… Continue reading Social ME-dia: Finding Balance in a Self-Absorbed (Online) World
Dear Susan, The list of what I am allowed to eat includes dandelions, mustard greens, and seaweed. No, I am not grazing through my neighborhood or on a survivalist course. I was visiting my cousin, Debbie, over spring break and she convinced me to join her in a two-week detox while we were eating sweet… Continue reading A Lenten Detox
Dear Anne, A little more than a week ago, I was sitting in the Philadelphia airport during the first of two nor-easter’s we were hit with in the course of seven days. The arrivals and departures board listed cancellation after cancellation, but our flight to South Carolina was miraculously still On Time. Hubby and I… Continue reading I’m Leaving–On a Jet Plane?
Dear Susan, The lights went down, the strum of a guitar reverberated throughout the place. The girls in front of me sighed, closed their eyes, and raised their hand in the air in worshipful manner. Was I at the worship portion of yet another Lenten retreat? No, ma’am. It was Garth Brooks opening the Houston… Continue reading Friends in Low Places