Dear Susan, As you wrote so eloquently last week, it can be hard to cope with Empty Nest Syndrome. Amen to that! For the last couple of weeks, my Facebook newsfeed has looked like a Lifetime movie, with emotional moms and dads bidding bittersweet farewells to their college-bound offspring. The parents are all my age… Continue reading Keeping it Old School in Elementary School – Advice for the Older Parent
Dear Susan, This year, we were treated to the “sexiest Olympics opening ceremony ever,” according to Gisele Bundchen, Brazil native and supermodel. Not only was Gisele part of the opening but she promised “lots of nearly naked women doing the samba.” Perhaps no hosting city has summed up the dual physical and spiritual nature of… Continue reading Fruits of the Olympic Spirit
Dear Anne, It’s that time of the year again. Drive any highway and you will see minivans and family SUV’s loaded up with XL twin sheets, mini refrigerators and free-flowing maternal angst. Yes, it’s time for college freshmen to head to school. I’ve done that trip three times, our nest getting a little emptier and… Continue reading Oh, The Places You’ll Go! Dorm Room or Empty Nest?
Dear Anne, Sometimes I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut. As an only child, I’m perfectly happy to be alone and often idle chit-chat is irritating to me, but I’ve been know to open my big mouth when I shouldn’t. Lets just say that “instruct the ignorant” is my favorite spiritual work of… Continue reading The Sound of Silence
Dear Susan, “Is helium flammable?” Thoughts of the Hindenburg leap to mind, but a quick Google search tells me that the zeppelin used hydrogen and that helium is not flammable. Still, these are probably not the words you want to hear as you are dropping your little darlings off for a day of spiritual growth… Continue reading Acting Like A Child: Adult Lessons From My Kids’ Vacation Bible School
Dear Anne, “They have no more wine.” I was glad to read that Pope Francis finds Mary’s words at the wedding in Cana as distressing as I do–no wine on a Friday night is trauma enough for me, much less at a wedding. “But imagine finishing a wedding party drinking tea — it would… Continue reading A Bottle of Red, A Bottle of White . . . Or the Wedding Bell Blues?
Dear Susan, I know you remember my story about when my mother was working U2 surveillance in the CIA’s guided missile program during the Cold War. She was often the only female in her department. Every night, one person would stay late to put confidential documents in the Burn Bag for destruction. When it was… Continue reading Smells and Belles: Examining Catholic Women’s Roles in the Church