Dear Anne, So apparently the Jussie Smollet story was all a hoax. Really? It all seemed so credible. (Insert eye roll here.) He claimed he was attacked by two black Trump supporters in Chicago. Considering that fewer than two percent of African Americans in the city voted for Trump, the odds of Smollett running into… Continue reading A Prayer for Jussie
Dear Susan, I never really understood guardian angels. To be honest, the whole angel concept is the hardest idea for me to get behind in our faith. The realm of supernatural creatures is more Buffy the Vampire Slayer than organized religion. It was no help when my son and I were studying them last year.… Continue reading What’s In a (Guardian Angel) Name?
Dear Anne, Have you deleted your Facebook account yet? Last week, with the twin debacles of Covington Catholic and the New York State abortion law, the worst of social media was on display and I was just done with it. Between the rush to judgment, then everyone fighting about the rush to judgement, then seeing… Continue reading Goodbye, Facebook, I’ll Miss You. (Okay, I’m Back, but With Three Conditions.)
Dear Susan, One of the highlights of my years in Hoboken was the practice of some of my (usually older) neighbors to embrace their Christmas displays as year-round decor. It was not uncommon back then to see snowmen glow molds and plastic poinsettias stuck in planters as we headed out to see Fourth of July… Continue reading The January Rentrée
Dear Anne, Dabo Swinney is my spirit animal for 2019. It’s not just that he coached his Clemson Tigers to another national championship Monday night, or even that he reduced Alabama’s dark lord Nick Saban to a houndstooth-patterned poster boy for the overhyped. It’s that he did it with such infectious joy and a constant… Continue reading Don’t be a Nick–Be Like Dabo!
Dear Susan, Here is what passed for convivial holiday conversation at our house this year: “Are they from Mexico?” “No.” “Are they expired?” “No.” “OK, then. I’ll take a few.” Forget the present exchange on Christmas Eve; my husband and I exchanged antibiotics, as he turned the corner on his bronchitis while I began my… Continue reading Three Wise Men and a Lunar Module
Dear Susan, Recently overheard in the Kennedy living room: “Who is that long-haired hippie?” “Is it ZZ Top?” “No, the beard’s not quite right.” “It’s the Oak Ridge Boys. They’ve been traveling around with their suits for the last few weeks in case the President passed.” Not your usual holiday party chit chat, huh? By… Continue reading All the Best, Mr. President