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
Dear Susan, We need a little Christmas – NOW! While I know you had a great 2018, I also know the rest of us are more than ready to see the year end. For us, the year had a rocky start, and the avalanches just kept coming. It is no wonder then, that I joined… Continue reading We Need a Little Christmas in the Neighborhood
Dear Susan, As we approached the wedding venue, Ted whispered, “Just so you know, we’re sitting on the groom’s side.” I snorted in response; we were attending our first same-sex union. It was all the groom’s side. This led to a plethora of other questions: would both grooms walk down the aisle (they did), would… Continue reading The Bridegrooms Cometh
Dear Susan, Liam woke himself up this Sunday from his standard Homily Nap saying, “I know this one!” To say this is unusually engaged behavior from our son during Mass is an understatement, so even I paid attention. The priest was talking about the internet equality meme showing a series of skeletons saying “Underneath… Continue reading A Bare Bones Season
Dear Susan, When I went away for school one year, I was amazed to find that an entirely new city had sprung up while I was gone. Lo and behold, an entire section of Arlington, VA had been re-developed as “Pentagon City,” complete with a new mall bearing the same name. What had… Continue reading At Last I See the Light – of the Luminous Mysteries
Dear Susan, Since we first started dating, Ted told me I should be surrounded in bubble wrap because I was so sensitive. It turns out that I am an HSP, or Highly Sensitive Person. I was amazed to find recently that you are NOT highly sensitive. In fact, counter to your natural, high-scoring, test-taking abilities,… Continue reading Highly-Sensitive…Saintliness?
Dear Susan, My darling daughter, your goddaughter, helped me start the blog today: Once upon a time, there was a killer dragon in our driveway. My mom had to go to a church meeting. She had to grab a giant sword (BTW, she keeps one in her pocket) and slay the dragon. Then, off… Continue reading Blonde Ambo-ition