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!
Dear Anne, I admit I didn’t quite know what to make of the praise singing that started last weekend’s Blessed is She retreat. Being from Virginia and living in Philadelphia, I’m nothing if not traditional and I’d never experienced hymns (much less contemporary worship songs) outside of a church. But what a retreat weekend… Continue reading Blessed is She–Beloved and Chosen
Dear Susan, The words “Reach out and touch faith” pound through the speakers. No, it is not a new Christian station. My daughter has discovered First Wave, a primarily ‘80s station on satellite radio. Depeche Mode’s Personal Jesus was released in 1989, so it still makes the cut-off. In the front seat, I realize my… Continue reading Your Own Personal (Grumpy) Jesus