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
Dear Susan, Misty-eyed, I help my daughter into her white dress and sparkly shoes. Her hair and nails are freshly done, waiting for her veil. The cake and flowers are ready for a celebration. Nope, it is not a wedding. At an age when some of my friends are starting to see their daughters down… Continue reading A Springtime Thanksgiving
Dear Anne, It’s been a week of revolving doors around our house. I walked in the door from my trip to “America’s Favorite Bridge Tournament” in Gatlinburg to a living room filled with boxes and furniture, three extra cars in my driveway and a fourth dog in my kitchen. Jack and his girlfriend Alex had arrived… Continue reading You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello
Dear Susan, The suitcases are in the hall, ready to go out before dawn. My husband is upstairs in the guest room so that he won’t wake me at 4:30, suit laid out, shoes and briefcase set close by. He is on the road again. I have spent a lot of time resenting his going,… Continue reading A Fine Bromance: My Husband and St. Joseph the Worker
Dear Anne, A few weeks ago, we lost another member of the Greatest Generation when hubby’s father, the son of Greek immigrants and veteran of the War in the Pacific, passed away. While our loss is personal, I feel that every time another of that cohort dies, our country is a little poorer for it.… Continue reading The Greatest Generation and the Greatest Love
Dear Anne, About 15 years ago, my boys went on a class hiking trip and the trail ran alongside a creek. As ten-year-old boys are inclined to do, some “accidentally” waded in the water as they searched for critters or competed to see whose rock would make the biggest splash. It was probably about this… Continue reading Tales From a Recovering Control Freak
Dear Susan, How do I know I had a good Lent this year? Jesus has His head back. Last year, no matter how much Gorilla Glue, I applied, I could not get Jesus back together. This year, it just took one swipe of an old Elmer’s glue stick and some faith, and, once again, He… Continue reading Viva, Cristo Rey!